COREENNES_SIX JOURS STACK008

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Korea, Korai.. On my first image of Pongyang, the same curling,
lips, the sime playful, tranquil smile that 1 had photographed a jear
before in the Athens museum. language has its reasons.

There are difierent ways of traveling--ibe Barnabooth way, the
Genghis Khan say, the Plume way (inventedl by Henri Michaux).
for example:accepting the disorder of rhymes, waves, shocks, all
the bumpers of memory, its metcors and underiows, Chance has
intuitions, which shoukn'talways be taken for coincidences. The
country where you have just set foot delegates you a woman's lace
which sums it up already, and names it. (A great ship whose prow
skowly tums round and stares at you, like a horse.) Its name is
Swectness.

Between the praving figure ofthe Acropolis and this woman met
before the monument to the war dead, carrying her baby Korean
style like a parachute, there is probably nothing in common except
Eve's, smile before the first owl. (The smile of which Malraux writes
but thinking only of art..--.-'each time it reappears, something
of Greece is waiting to blowom.") But that all of history, with its
rasps and its blood siveats, has not yet done away with the human
smile. I por reflection, this meeting was worth a cable. "FROM
OUR SPECIAL CORRESPONDENT IN PYONGYANG STOP LIFE IS
STILL SWEET STOP PHOTO FOLLOWS"