A rousing anthem strains the speakers as North Korea’s national carrier lands its nervous passengers at Pyongyang International [sic] Airport. The baggage carousel grinds like tectonic plates as we turn over our phones and books for inspection by men in clothing that hasn’t been updated since Brezhnev. The ubiquitous off-brown and proletariat blue canvas suits with short sleeves and oversized shoulder pads are to become a permanent stain on the retina.
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The author’s pseudonym is to protect her North Korean guides.
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