When I enter the arrivals hall, whole of Seoul seems to wait for their relatives. I have never seen so many people in one spot. It is loud and noisy. And everyone looks the same.

Does Korea even have people older than thirty? I doubt it. Every single person here looks like eighteen, maybe twenty-five. No older.

I sigh. My headache is getting worse.

I search for someone with a sign with my name on it. It´s a bit hard, ´cause every one is the same height and there are hundreds of people.

What if they forgot me? That would suit my bad luck today.

I wander down the hall, turn around, and wander back.

I can see girls with dangerously high skirts and pink hair. Guys with colored hair are waiting for them. They have perfect skin and perfect eyes.

Everything´s perfect.

Fucking perfect!

I gaze out of the glass doors. Golden light shines onto the city and makes this scene even more surreal. It´s like being in a Scifi-movie.

"Jo-enis!”

An extra loud voice gets on my nerves. This guy has no manners! Why´s he screaming like that and making everything more exhausting? I just want to lay down and sleep for a month!

"Jo-E-nis!"

What name is this, even? It sounds as if someone is trying to pronounce an English name but doing horribly wrong. I turn to the other side and there he is.

Pale skin, black bangs, a strangely, feminine face, and long earrings.

If I hadn´t heard his voice, I'd totally mistake him for a girl.

He smiles at me and confuses me even more.

When he opens his mouth and talks to me, it sounds like only compared sounds and vocals. I stare at him for a while, before I realize, he waits for me to answer that.

"I´m sorry, but I don´t speak Korean,” I say and want to turn away, but he grabs my wrist and pulls me back.

And here I thought Koreans hated to touch people, especially strangers.

"Oh, my bad,” the guy replies in perfect English. “Are you Joenis?”

"No.”