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I was at a kimbap jip in Yeomni-dong–a little hood in Seoul where I was living during the duration of my year there.

I was on a neurotic rampage to get somewhere as fast as I could without knowing where it was exactly.

I get taken aside in my office by colleagues who ask if I know how to use the abacus, or if I know the lyrics to Psy’s “Gangnam Style.” When I call them out on the inappropriateness of their question, the same colleagues defiantly claim they are not racist against Asians because they love Korean food and that they know I’m Korean.

“Italian kids would run in and shout, “Chink,” break up the whole store and run out. My parents worked 14-hour shifts. My mom would sit there crying, “It’s just too hard out here.”‘

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