4th rv a traveler's memoirs- mustache 1

           Mustache
        
                    1.
In his 20s Moon spent 4 years of life under medical treatment in a sanatorium.
Reflecting on the life in isolation, he often thought that he had experienced
a journey to an exotic land which was not likely to be in the world. There
he slept seeing through the window of his room cherry flowers 
in full blossom and the next day he awoke to find the flowers all gone.
In the evening he went to bed again seeing the flowers in full bloom and
again the next day he was sad to find them all gone. It was thought that
he dreamed a long dream in which he saw through the window 4 times
just for consecutive nights a phenomenon that the cherry flowers bloomed
and were all gone in a moment and left the land of cherry flowers.
The sanatorium hides itself at the  thick-forested hill side, so the winter
was relatively cold. More than anything else, most patients suffering
from the irregular fluctuation of their body temperature were sensitive
to the weather in fear of getting cold, which possibly caused the horrible
cough. However, After sunset when it was snowy or thickly cloudy , 
the corridor of the old structure, built of wood began to liven up,
with the electric light on, assuming  a picturesque look 
against the dark woods outside. 
There he happened to grow a mustache. At first it came to grow
by itself, as he did not shave while he was lying unmoved in bed
in fear of blood-spitting again. one day shaving himself in a mirror, 
he wanted to have the hairs under the nose unshaved. He thought
if he had a mustache resembling that of Nietzsche. how nice
it would be! Under such a simple reason with some curiosity
he left the hairs on his upper lip.With it as a momentum he had
a mustache in the sanatorium.
He was lucky to know that while he was trimming up his mustache 
he could forget the unbearable sufferings of breathing itself.
He embellished it every morning before the mirror enjoying to see it grow ,
which resulted in temporarily stopping the fearful cough forget 
the suffering of the unbearable coughs .
At that time he had no other hope but to easily breath in.
When he awoke up, the first thing to do or his daily life was 
to check by himself how the sound of his breathing was,
in other words, whether or not the sound of it got better
than yesterday. And You can imagine the next things which he did 
carefully one by one.That is to say, when he awoke in the morning,
he began to cough several times slightly, still in bed,for the purpose
of pulling up to the throat the phlegm which was amassed the last night
in the upper part of both chests and spits it all out into the phlegm bottle.
After confirming that there was no blood stain mixed in it,
he went out to the washroom  having a fit of coughing, 
If there was found a trace oft blood in phlegm, which could be
a sign of lung hemorrhage, he lay again in bed ,with a thermometer
put beneath the tongue, in fear of expected coughing up blood.
In this sense, it was not just for purpose of washing up that
every morning he went to the washroom .More than that, it was 
to inform others of his being well, with no problem through the last night.  

On the one hand, more importantly the mustache let him look
charismatic and authoritative to 2 men patients in the ward
where he was: one, Mr.Guago deaf-half mute, and the other,
Tango dancer, tall and slender. Both of them entered to hospital
almost the same time
A week or so after the two patients passed over their serious condition,
they began to step out of the sick room, first to the corridor in front of
the door of his room and next to the resting room located farther
at the end of it, as most newcomers did that way. Anyway when the two
newcomers came to meet him, they paid their respects to him,
with their eyes fixed on his upper lip. Mr.Guago in particular was
polite, in the obedient manner,to him due to his mustache.
Then in a month or so Mr.Guago suddenly turned his attitude to him 
from respect into disdain,even making fun of him before men and women
in grape-colored mantle. It might be related with a reason that
Mr.Guago's attitude turned abruptly to the opposite : One day, 
Mr. Guago happened to be in the bathroom together with him and 
while Moon and Mr. Guago sat side by side, naked, 
on the bathroom floor, the latter suggested  to  the former
that he should wash off the dirt on his back. Rubbing his back softly, 
Mr.Guaga got disappointed at his skinny body. Then this was also 
the moment his mustache lost its authoritative power to make Mr.Guago
be polite. Next he began to measure by his hand Moon's wrist,
ankle and neck one after another smoothly. After that, 
Mr. Guago was sure that Moon was nothing and he himself was superior
to Moon and since the moment on, treated him as if he were his Sancho
in the novel of Don Quixote. For example, Mr.Guaga liked to walk
through the long corridor to the resting hall grasping him with one hand 
by the coat collar around his back neck with a purpose: to show
to the group of patients, in particular women patients that he was 
physically superior to Moon. In such a method, Mr. Guago liked
to pride himself by comparing his splendid physique with that
of Moon