My narrative unfolds in the birthplace of my childhood, the Aoji Coal Mine. Whenever I share my North Korean roots and mention Aoji, I notice an immediate spark of surprise in the eyes of most South Koreans. Some quickly regain their composure, dismissing the revelation with a nonchalant nod and an indifferent “I see.” However, others show a deeper curiosity – “Aoji? The Aoji Coal Mine?” They probe further, “Was there a forced labor camp in Aoji? What were your family’s living conditions there?”

The perception of Aoji, for many South Koreans, used to be mired in misconceptions – an image of brutality, a place unfathomable. Yet, I can confidently say that my second sister, Kumyoung, has played a significant role in recasting this image. It is through her endeavors that many people now recognize that Aoji, too, has been home to good, kind-hearted individuals.