Today I got my ear chewed off by my landlady: the angriest Buddhist, with red lipstick, I have ever met.
She sometimes comes by unannounced, sits cross-legged on my floor, and rambles passionately in Korean, almost none of which I understood. I nod and put on a sweater to cover up, wondering why she is in my apartment talking loudly and happily to someone who doesn't understand her.
Today she wasn't friendly. She grabbed my arm and showed me a list of building rules scribbled in Hangul. She had torn open my bag of garbage, along with my neighbor's. It was strewn all over the street. I must find out what I have done wrong.