… I suddenly felt strange. This is Japan. I feel that I am in Japan. And I’m not just passing through on a vacation. I’ve been here longer than I’ve been in my motherland, lived here long enough that I can’t go back. —This is Japan, where, if they weren’t our ex-colonizers, I could have gotten citizenship and ended up one of them.
(“Kyomutan” or “Empty Dream” by Kim Sok Pom)
Crappy translation, including the clumsy translation of the title, by me.