“superior“ PICKINGS from my NORTH KOREAN DIARY 11.–21. April 2011
“entering DPRK” by rail from China was still very much on my mind when I pressed my movie camera to the car window trying to find a stable position for shooting. Traveling from Beijing to Pyongyang by train had made a lasting impression on me. But moving overland by car through DPRK was different. Though my guides wouldn’t allow our driver to stop or even to slow down when I asked for, I still got in closer in contact to land, buildings and people.
On the Panmunjom – Pyongyang highway I got the permission from my two guides to shoot through the window. This highway is the direct access road to South Korea.
Like other highways we have passed, this one looked like an airstrip or a tank corridor too.
Fire wood - The man following on the side, the woman pulling...
Though the road was in poor condition, the car windows dirty and the circumstances very shaky, I was elated to get that chance. No cars were in sight. Sometimes people were walking on the highway.
Female farmworker
As it always happened day after day, the two guides discussed every move of us over lunch and talked daily to the main travel office in Pyongyang to get instruction.
tête-à-tête
After arrival in Pyongyang that evening, they must have discussed the filming with their superior because next day all shooting from the car window was forbidden…
live PICKINGS from my NORTH KOREAN DIARY 11.–21. April 2011
...only a few running cars
Highways like frontline airstrips
Highway roadside traffic
The NO!…NO’S! of our two guides are an everyday occurrence. I don’t work with hidden movie or photo cameras, my shooting activity is open but my focus I keep obscured by not looking through the finder.
Shooting from the hip
Since the guides don’t allow stops on the highway or in cities without prior permission from the central travel office in Pyongyang I shoot from the hip.
Army road block
I take photos or movie from all types of angles. My “luck“ is that roads and highways are often in poor condition and we roll by comfortably at 40-60 km, perfect to take snapshots.
Highway bikers - much more common than cars
Just as regular as pedestrians and bikes are oxen carts on the highway.
Man and ox - regular highway traffic
Broken down trucks on the roadside I see sometimes more often than cars driving.
Head transport on the highway
Driving overland on the highway from Pyongyang to Wonsan on the East coast, a distance of about 200 km, I count 25 oncoming cars while on our side I see 11 vehicles in need of repair.
The most modern trucks I have seen in North Korea
A NO! NO! shot. North Korean soldiers wait for the blow-out to be fixed
Hitch-hikers in the tunnels are a special experience.
Hitch-hikers are extremely rare
The NO!…NO’S! are an attempt to hide the harsh living conditions of the North Koreans and erase them from the travelers eye.
Crossing the railway tracks, our driver has to slow down... - In the background behind the biker people are walking on the tracks. This is very common specially in the morning and evening hours. Rail tracks offer the shortest link to the next destination. Trains ran not very often and when they approach the people on the tracks they honk early.
Our guides allowed the driver to make an unplanned stop only in a very remote area but even there Tung Hui followed me, stood in front of my camera to prevent me from taking pictures.
Woman transporting coal to the city
As a western tour operator, stationed in Beijing and in the North Korean tourist business for over 10 years, said to me: “We all know that the view KIM JONG IL’S dictatorship imposes on us does not reflect everyday life in DPRK.”
chinese PICKINGS from my NORTH KOREAN DIARY 11.–21. April 2011
It pays off to walk behind a Chinese. This invaluable lesson I learned in DPRK. Chinese in groups are a friendly bunch, they laugh, are loud, say hello and often ask to make a photo with you. They care less about restrictions, take pictures we are told not to make and walk around more freely. Moving behind a Chinese or a Chinese group of travelers is like moving your boat behind an icebreaker in the Arctic Zone. Chinese seem to be “naturally“ hearing impaired, easy-going and not responsive to every whim of their guides.
I quickly understood that if I wanted to make contact with local North Koreans I had to hang behind my guides at least 20m – and behave like a Chinese.
tricky PICKINGS from my NORTH KOREAN DIARY 11.–21. April 2011
KIM IL SUNG at the Grand People's Study House
It’s NOT a lie! No, I don’t say they lie at me. It is a different frame of mind, sometimes it is an anxious state of mind that dictates them and their actions, other times it looks like utter confusion or just paranoia in hiding.
It is the dictum of “The Eternal President“ KIM IL SUNG – the only statesman on earth who remains President even after his death in 1994 that is of utmost importance.
KIM IL SUNG at the Grand People's Study House
KIM IL SUNG – The Eternal President
He and his son KIM JONG IL, called “My Dear Leader“, are telling Right from Wrong, Good from Bad. They decide what is real and what has to be banned, who is sent to the university or to the work camp, to the labor camp or to the gulag. KIM IL SUNG and KIM JONG IL have a six-decade grip on power.
KIM IL SUNG with local guide in the entrance of the Grand People's Study House
All in the Family - KIM IL SUNG “The Eternal President" and his son KIM YONG IL, called “My Dear Leader"
Our two “permanent“ guides work under the spell of this government-mind-set, they tell me that the local shops are closed when they are open, that people don’t like to make contact with a foreigner when in fact they wish just that. They change our itinerary every day but if we want to make an additional stop, it’s impossible.
This gentle local guide liked my questions, Agricultural University, Wonsan area
They make me feel like a disobedient child who doesn’t quite get it when I keep asking questions or like a snake in the grass when I make photos of simple life events.
Fear is guiding the system. The world of DPRK is under a delusion.
The hinge joint is the personality cult.
My guess is that “Big Brother“ will tell them. China holds the key to the future of the Democratic People’s Republic of Korea.
UNCENSORED PICKINGS from my NORTH KOREAN DIARY 11.–21. April 2011
On my upper bunk bed of Sleeper Car Nr.12 I kept my camera rolling from the Chinese-North Korean border to the capital Pyongyang.
DPRK Railway, from the Chinese border to Pyongyang
These are some shots from my film “entering North Korea”.
Photo from my upper bunk bed in Sleeper Car Nr.12
We are traveling at 30-50km/h, the railcar window is dirty and locked but the landscape is fascinating.
My eyes are glued to the window
Huge rivers, bridges, rice fields. My eyes glued to the window, oxen pass by pulling carts and ploughs, people with shovels cultivating the field right up to the rail tracks and roadside preparing for the planting season. I see no mechanized help beside one tractor. I keep to myself while I’m filming, the two Chinese business brothers in our compartment are sleeping.
“entering DPRK” was shot on DPRK Railway Sleeper Car Nr.12 from my upper bunk bed and shows uncensored footage from the Chinese border to the capital Pyongyang of North Korea.
He is tilling the soil with his ox close to the rail tracks
It is a train journey full of thought-provoking “Langsamkeit”.
SOUR PICKINGS from my NORTH KOREAN DIARY 11.–21. April 2011
FAR MORE I resented the political system of the KIMS for having effectively established a paranoid, all encompassing power structure with the purpose to dehumanise contact and treat emotional exchange and empathy as forbidden acts. This state of mind obliged our guides to twist contact making and enforce restrictions on us.
Toilets were solemn places...
Whenever this got to me and threatened my well-being and my mood turned dark, I asked for the toilet.
Toilet at Mount Kuhol...space to myself...
Not so much because I wanted to vomit but for the sake of having space to myself. Though the stench often was unbearable the reality of the system was far worse.
...the reality outside was far worse...
Under circumstances like these toilets were solemn places and offered a rest for my agitated and angry mind in turmoil.
BLOSSOM-PICKINGS from my NORTH KOREAN DIARY 11. – 21. April 2011
WHEREVER we move, the system tries to infect relations with the virus of distrust. Our two guides, who have the job to separate us from any spontaneous contact with people, are especially under pressure in the capital Pyongyang where the state travel agency is located and they feel under observation.
DPRK army soldiers pose with Ursula for a fellow army soldier
But people are not molecules. Whenever I manage to have more than 15 to 20 meters between me and our two guides I manage to establish spoken contact. Three girls on a park bench giggle when I pass by. “How do you do?“ they ask me and we exchange a few words till the guide is back on my side. I make this experience many times, a laugh, an eye contact…curiosity never dies.
Three children want a photo with Ursula
Two female soldiers take Ursula in their midst
KIMILSUNGIA – Flower of Reverence. In 1965, President Sukarno of Indonesia offered this Orchid to President Kim Il Sung as a present and proposed the name "KIMILSUNGIA".
At the National Flower Exhibition for the 99th birthday of KIM IL SUNG, The Eternal President, emotional contacts are flooding us. Control and separation tactics don’t work any more and we mix freely with children, couples, military personnel. We make photos and they ask us to make photos with them: soldiers, children, couples.
Ursula with Chinese student studying North Korean for 9 months in the capital Pyongyang
“Our North Korean teachers are very strict with us“
They look like from a different star...
We also meet a group of Chinese students, they study Korean at the local university for 9 months. They look like a bunch of extraterrestrials from a different star: well dressed, laughing and joking, talking to us as if we were sisters and brothers, taking us into their midst. My questions: “And how is life in Pyongyang?“ they answer with: “Living conditions are very poor.“ I follow up with: „How are your teachers?“ Their mood darkens: “They are very hard on us, the professors are very strict.“ (Imagine what it takes till a Chinese student complains about “discipline“ after all the exams she or he had to pass in his hometown to get selected by the Chinese government for studying abroad).
The Chinese student said: "Living conditions at the University in Pyongyang are very poor"
prime PICKINGS from my NORTH KOREAN DIARY 11.–21. April 2011
Tool of the land
A bucolic touch...
As THE TRAIN pulled out of the Korean border station two hours late – the customs inspection had taken over four hours all in all – it suddenly became clear to me that we were on our way to a KAFKAESQUE land with aspects of BRUEGHEL and a BUCOLIC touch.
...as far as the eye could see...
As far as the eye could see: groups of farm workers, schoolchildren moving by foot to the fields, a few on bicycles, detachments of soldiers with shovels, some on military trucks, farm workers with ox carts, men ploughing the field.
men – women – soldiers – children
Men and women of all ages hacking and working in the water channels and the rice fields with almost no mechanized help beside an old tractor here and there, cows pulling the plows, the rest all handwork. Cooperatives and villages dotted the land.
A Cooperative Farm in the background
Farm workers
But the BRUEGHEL and BUCOLIC touch soon gave way to the harsh reality of a hermetically sealed of population with no exit out of the cooperatives, the villages, the cities, the country without official permission. If the desperate and the hungry flee over the border to China, Big Brother shows no pity. He sends them back to North Korea where they end up in labor camps or are shot dead as it had happened during the horrible flooding catastrophe in 1974 when 3 million people died and starvation followed.
End of China - we cross over the river to DPRK - attraction point for the Chinese
iPHONE PICKINGS from my NORTH KOREAN DIARY 11.-21. April 2011
FOUR AND A HALF HOURS it took us to pass customs control from China to North Korea.
DPRK customs official comes to railcar Nr.12
It was not a pain in the neck, not at all, it just took time.
As we entered Dongan border station, there was a load of Chinese business men flooding our two railcars each with a mountain of luggage. We got two brothers into our compartment, both double my weight (I’m 95 kilos). They filled every corner with packages of all sizes.
Railway station in DPRK with portrait of KIM IL SUNG - Military hardware on a rail car
Then the maneuvering of our two rail cars took about 30 minutes, I counted 17 times back and forth till they were positioned on the right tracks to attach them to the North Korean train and move the train to the North Korean Customs.
iPhone wrapped in brown envelope and sealed with transparent tape by Dongan Customs, North Korea. Text by Customs official: GPS 2011.4.21
A Korean war photo in the "Korea Handbuch" aroused the suspicion of our French speaking customs official much more than than my professional video camera, my three photo cameras or my computer
The Chinese business guys had kind of a “Schlepper“ who immediately made contact with the customs officials but for the two brothers in our compartment it didn’t help much, because, as we soon found out, the customs official wanted to practise his french with Ursula. “Brosse à dent“, “nécessaire de toilette“ etc, she had to repeat every item in French.
He finally got to my iPhone, which really perplexed him. Several times he made a sign with his hand to the sky, meaning “something“ could descend from the clouds at any time and reveal top North Korean nuclear secrets. He wanted to learn all sorts of things about this hellish machine till his superior came and told him to finish, so he wrapped my iPhone in an envelope, wrote GPS on it and sealed it about ten times with transparent tape and gave it back to me.
In between French conversation he cut open the small, medium and large packages of our two Chinese businessmen with a Swiss! “Victorinox“ army knife, a present from a Swiss traveler.
The four hour long check was rather superficial, it was all more about the curiosity of our customs official to learn as much as possible about the items we carried he had not seen before and brushing up his French. Computer, 3 cameras, Sony professional video did not arouse much interest. But a historical photo or two from the Korean war in a travel book aroused his suspicion and made him turn the book leaf by leaf for a full hour and also got his superior involved.
“CHINESE” PICKINGS from my NORTH KOREAN DIARY 11.–21. April 2011
"HAPPY LIPS"
ON OUR WAY to the railwaystation in Beijing, Ursula asks our chinese friend: „What means North Korea for China?“ He smiles: „China is like Big Brother to North Korea. Big Brother can criticise small brother but foreigner can not. Then he continues: „China braucht Nordkorea.“ I ask: „How come?“ He smiles: „There is a saying in China: Ohne Lippen haben die Zähne kalt.
“DPRK is a Knautschzone for Big Brother China?” He chuckels. “The same is true for Tibet? China needs “Knautschzonen“? He smiles. I continue: “China has many lips? North Korea, Tibet, Nepal…maybe Taiwan? China has many sets of teeth?” He smiles again. “China has many tongues…?”
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