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My first memory of Seoul will always be petite Korean lady asking me to fill the medical form. Everyone else that I had gone with had already gone ahead and I was stuck between the Korean lady, who kept saying," this. Fill." I filled it out somehow and she accepted it, gleefully--a duty well-done. After we came out of the gigantic Incheon Airport ( Incheon is some distance away from the main city. It took us about an hour to reach the main city), we were met by a lady called Mrs Yogi park. Yogi is a Korean who married an Indian, whom she met when she was in Japan to study Japanese. It must be an interesting marriage, I remember thinking. The first few years would have been full of Do this. No. Free. Take. Monosyllables. Today Yogi can cook theplas, speak Gujarati and understand three other Indian languages. As we went to the... [read full story]