It was a dark parking lot betwixt vertical apartment lines

    She called us all. As she should of: a normal evening for a young woman one on her normal routine gone horribly wrong with her much loved little dog. A little black hot dog, which revered by most Koreans for years before, had darted into the elevator too anxious for the usual walk seconds before the doors closed and then was separated from her guardian and mother never to be seen since. Even after an understated panicked effort on her part, the dog was gone. So in came the foreigners, all five of us, slowly combing the parking lot and surrounding areas around the elevator which Manya was seen last. We were all meandering slowly with flashlights and motorbikes calling out in the darkness "Manya?  . . . . Come here, Manya . . ." I had learned on this night that Manya translates into Korean as 'Witch' and it did not take too long before the inquisitive police arrived on the scene, "Uhh . . . were having some disturbance calls about  . . . a bunch of white people walking around the parking lot crying 'WITCH . . .WITCH!' " the Korean speaker translated for us. She said some words to them which I can only assume explained the situation and I then saw them frustratingly shake their heads and speed away. This is something that Koreans would just definitely not understand.