Seoul Train Station

This morning, a middle aged man in tattered clothes sat down in the road at the Seoul Station bus stop. The buses went around him. I asked a woman at the bus stop to call emergency services; the police told her to call welfare. While she did, he got up and moved to another spot. Dozens of commuters were watching but no one intervened, so I went over to him. To my surprise he spoke some English. “I am sad,” he told me, “So I suicide.” He yelled in Korean too. I told him I’m sorry, and that it’s