From the next day, we were on the plane heading to North Korea. I just wanted Chasity back. Even though she’s been gone for like … a day I guess it doesn’t feel right.
“Ladies and gentleman we’re going to be touching down in Pyongyang, North Korea in two hours. Sit tight.” The pilot announced.
“I hope we find her…” I thought to myself.
Meanwhile in the outskirts of Pyongyang (Kangwon, Korea)…
“Where are we?” asked Chasity.
“Don’t worry about it, you’re going to meet your new family and you will have a blast.” The man said.
I didn’t believe so. All I saw were bright green grasslands, gray skies, and homes that looked poverty stricken. What looked fun about it. I have a funny feeling about it.
“And we are here!” the man cheered.
Oh my god. It was a beautiful house, like a beach house type, sat right on the border on the Sea of Japan. It looked uplifting and relaxed. I loved it.
“Get out.” He said.
I got out and I stood by the car as he went up talked to the Korean man that lived here.
“Mr. Kahn-Lee, I’ve brought the girl you asked for.” He said as he greeting him.
“Let me see her.” He said.
He stepped aside, as I noticed them staring me.
“Ah yes, she would be perfect.” Mr. Kahn said as he nodded his head. “So give me facts on her.”
“Her name is Chasity Alexandra Ramirez, She’s Mexican-American, 16 years old, Blood Type is O. That’s all I have, Sir.” He said.
“Good, Very Good. Here’s $675,001,036 for her. ($750,000 USD)” He said.
“Thank you, thank you so much. Nice doing business with you.” He said as he left the man.
“You’re staying here.” He told me as he got my jacket from the car, gave it to me and drove off.
“Hello.” I said walking up to him.
“Hello, come in.” he said opening up the door.
I noticed how they were about 6 other girls living inside the house, none of them of the Asian descent. I found that weird. 3 were cooking and the 3 were getting the house cleaned up. I kinda got the idea of what I was gonna do.
Meanwhile.
Later on Chris and his family touched down at the Pyongyang Sunan International Airport, got their bags and headed out. It was hard doing something simple as heading out of the airport since none of them knew the language or the Korean alphabet, but they managed. With 24.76 million people living in North Korea, it’s going to hard trying to find one person. But… that was the challenge they were willing to accept.
Luckily after walking around in circles, they found a person in the airport who works as a translator and hired him to help them get around North Korea and finally left the airport.
“Thank you so much Mr.?” Mr. Johnson started off.
“Daniel Chung.” He said.
“’Chung.’” Mr. Johnson repeated.
“So do you know a lot about North Korea?” Chris asked.
“Know? Hahaha, I grew up here, so I can tell you anything, From the culture to my experiences.”
“So, What was your experience like?” Chris asked.
“I grew up on a rice farm. My mother was a rice farmer and my father was a fisherman for the local fish markets around here. We didn’t have much, we were poor but, my parents made enough so that my siblings and I can eat. I still have family that lives here though, but after I went off to study in the United States, and found work I moved my parents and siblings with me to California.” Mr. Chung said.
“Oh wow, that’s a fascinating come up story.” Mrs. Johnson said. “I’m happy for you guys and hope everything is doing well.”
“Thanks.” He said.
“So how many siblings do you have?” Chris asked.
“I have 5, but one of my sisters got kidnapped when I was 11 and she was 15 at the time, and the 4 years later we found her dead at the side of the road. When doctors did her autopsy, they found multiple drugs in her system, and signs that she was raped.” He said breaking down as Chris’s mom tried to console him.
“So she died of an overdose?” Mr. Johnson Asked.
“That’s what the doctors said. But I feel that there is something much deeper than that, but I’ve learned to cope with my sister’s passing.” He said.
“I’m sorry to hear that.” Chris said.
“It’s ok. I’m still healing.” He said trying to hold his composure. “So, what’s going on with you guys?”
“Apparently, my friend Chasity got kidnapped while we just having a little family game night at home. And she texted me saying how she overheard them saying they were taking her to North Korea and a whole bunch of other stuff. So I know she’s here. But where?” Chris said.
“Well honestly, it’s going to be very hard finding her since, you’re overseas and countries like Europe, Africa, the US, and more and here as well has a lot of human trafficking going on.” He said sadly.
“What do you mean by ‘Human Trafficking’?” Mrs. Johnson asked.
“What I mean is; human trafficking is similar to like what people did your country with slavery. These people would have people go into other countries, kidnap females from all over and sell them, either to be house slaves or worst yet: sex slaves.” Mr. Chung explained.
“How do you know this?” Chris asked.
“I did A LOT of researching when my sister disappeared. But I really do want to help you guys find her, I don’t want to see this happen to another family.” He said.
“How hard do you think it’s going to be trying to find her?” Mrs. Johnson asked.
“Harder than rocket science, but you would very lucky to find her alive in this country or in another country. But if she’s already gone, at least find her body in one piece.” He said.
With that being said, Chris and his family were terrified to even think that Chasity could be dead within a day or two of being gone. But knowing the situation and not knowing the environment that they were in, they had no choice but to think worst-case-scenario. Even though Chasity wasn’t dead, you never know what may happen. Tomorrow isn’t promised to anybody.
