3rdvs h- sea fever 3

  Sea fever

   3.

After his long journey to Europe, he wrote an essay on a Korean sculpture, 

Moon Shin who was an artist in Paris. Writing it, he once again looked back upon

Café Lapin in Montmartre.

Below is a paragraph of it:
Passing by Jongbubsa , a Buddhist temple in Burimdong town,
crossing the railroad,
And walking up along the winding alley.
Then You will  get at Moon Shin Museum,
This alley. which hase the brown old stone wall by one side of it,
will look like the winding uphill alley  to Montmartre,
where Utrillo of the 'ecole de Paris' lived and died.
And this will look like the uphill alley in front of Lapin
where Apolinaire and  Murger etc. haunted. 

And what about Berlin and Frankfurt?

his memory in regard to these 2 cities was rather dim, compared with the Paris..
What is more, two things reminded of got him feel bad: the train running 
from West Berlin to Frankfurt on which the youths acted insultingly
to him, a non-white. A pension at night in Frankfurt where he was, at
his wit's end, not allowed to check in .
Strangely enough, when he was reminded of his West Germany travel,
he sometimes turned confused. Beethoven, Brahms and Surbert  etc,
the famous composers he have loved were from Germany. He remembered
that he had visit West Berlin with two purpose in his mind, one of which was
to see the Berlin Wall and the other was the Berlin Philharmonic Concert Hall
the name of which was familiar to him in love of Beethoven. In particular,
There were a lot of German literary works which exerted a beneficial influence
on him in his school days. In this regard, he often said," If I had not read
the German writers, for example, Friedrich Nietzsche, Reina Maria Rilke
or Thomas Mann  I have loved, I would not be what I am. In his memory,
he had made his mind to cr
 
Anyway, it was the two factors, the little sea in his boyhood
and a word , namely 'Bohemians' that enticed him
to go traveling, for one time seawards, and another, overseas to
Europe.

In New York, he experienced an unlikely happening, which has never
been forgotten ever since then, on the first night of his arrival there.
On his way back home from Frankfurt, West Germany to Masan, Korea 
he stopped at New York, as scheduled. He took a taxi to go
toward Time Square In Manhattan and checked in a hotel, timeworn
and cheap, named Roosevelt Hotel near the square. There He got
a room for 3 nights on the second floor. 
Then at midnight he could not but go out of the room to the toilet
in the hallway because he suddenly began to feel a pain in his stomach
and there was no chamber pot inside it. As the hallway was deeply
quiet and dimly-lighted, so he got a bit nervous. However, the pain
in the stomach surpassed the fearfulness in his mind.
He was seated in the toilet and a moment later in it he heard
someone walking closer and closer toward his side in the hall and 
near the toilet the sound of stepping stopped. Silence again reigned
all over and held his breath in fear and a few second later, he was
frightened, almost out of his sense, Over his head a black man's face
with a big smile on his lips was looking down at him
through the open top of the toilet , saying, " Hi, friend!".
The man in his 40s was a long-term guest and janitor for this hotel