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Edited on Tue Oct-21-03 05:30 PM by Snow
guys in black suits from the Treasury dept came around to my friends & relatives & asked questions. Fairly dull, straightforward. The Korean CIA was much more interesting. They were not actually an intelligence agency, they were an internal national police. Anyway, when I went to the town Peace Corps assigned me to, the health center director (where I worked) took me around to meet all the important people, including the local KCIA head. We bowed, had a bit of nice conversation, & didn't hardly see each other again for nearly 2 years. Midway through my stay, I was riding a bus out to one of my county health centers, and some guy sits next to me.
"You're the Peace Corps guy working at the health center, right."
I admitted to that.
He pulled out his wallet & flipped to his id. "I'm a KCIA agent, see?" I looked suitably impressed. He pulled out stub of pencil and old scrap of envelope. "Among your Peace Corps friends, which of them are American CIA agents?"
I just looked at him in some astonishment, making sure I'd understood the Korean words correctly.
He looked back, put away his writing materials, such as they were, and said, "Ahh, but they wouldn't tell you if they were, would they."
I said something about there being a law against Peace Corps volunteers having anything to do with the CIA, even after we leave Peace Corps for 7 years (I think). He rolled his eyes.
A coupla months later, I ran into him on the street, and he suggest a drink. With some reluctance I go along, so into a rather nice bar we go. We down a few pots of mahk-kollee, and he orders some nice side dishes - some very good sea cucumber, for example. Anyway, I went out to take a piss after a while, and he comes out to do so, and then says, "I have to go now - duty calls. Here's some won to cover the tab." and stuffs a few bills in my shirt pocket. I give a pro forma objection, but he had invited me, so he should be paying. I went back in, asked the girl who'd been serving us for the tab, and it was about 4 times what the KCIA jerk had given me. I grumbled a bit, and the girl said, "He does that all the time. Just because he's KCIA. But now everybody avoids him & won't drink with him - beg off with an excuse." So, I joined the group of people avoiding him, too.
In fact, the next time I saw him was after I'd left my town at the end of my service, and had gone to work for Peace Corps as a trainer. I came back into town for some errands, and as I was leaving to catch the bus, I walked past Party Headquarters and there was the jerk and his boss, whom I hadn't seen forever, leaning in chairs against the fence. The KCIA station chief greeted me, and said it'd been a while since he saw me. I replied that that was because I'd moved up to Suwon to do training. The chief dropped his chair, turned to look at the jerk, and echoed what I'd said while looking at the jerk with very cold eyes. Turns out the jerk was supposed to be keeping an eye on me. Heh! Not bad for a bit of revenge. I bowed, waved, and left, snickering to myself.
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