Annah Overly Thesis

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Translation and Critical Analysis of Bae Suah’s “Towards Marzahn”
Annah Overly
EAASW3901: Senior Thesis
Thesis Adviser: Theodore Hughes
Graduate Student Adviser: Jon Kief
December 11, 2014

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Table
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ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
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PART ONE: BAE SUAH AND CONTEMPORARY KOREAN LITERATURE
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WHO IS BAE SUAH?
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PART TWO: “TOWARDS MARZAHN” AND THE ACT OF TRANSLATION
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TRANSLATING “TOWARDS MARZAHN”
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“TOWARDS MARZAHN” BY BAE SUAH
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PART THREE: CRITICAL ANALYSIS OF “TOWARDS MARZAHN”
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REFERENCES
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Acknowledgments
This thesis would it not be what it is today without the help of several people in
my life. I would first like to thank my Korean professors, Lee Beom, Carol Schulz, and
Yi Hyunkyu at Columbia for the continuous support of my study of Korean. Secondly, to
Jon Kief, PhD candidate at Columbia, who was assigned to help me along this journey
and helped me first choose to translate “Towards Marzahn” and then encouraged me
through the writing process. I would like to thank the faculty at Barnard’s Asian and
Middle Eastern Cultures Department for their advising. To my friends, for always
comforting me and being there for me. And lastly, to my parents, for their belief in me
and support in my studies. Thank you to you all.

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Part One: Bae Suah1
and Contemporary Korean Literature
Who is Bae Suah?
Bae Suah was born in 1965 and graduated from Ewha Womens University in
Seoul with a degree in Chemistry. After working for years as a government employee at
the embarkation/disembarkation desk at the Gimpo International Airport, she had her
literary debut with the short story “A Dark Room in the Year 1988.” Since then, Bae has
gone on to publish twelve novels, seven short story collections, and one collection of
essays. Between 2001 and 2002, Bae left her job and moved to Germany in order to study
German. She has now translated a few works from German into Korean, such as Martin
Walser’s Angstblüt (“Bae Suah: PEN World Voices Festival”). In 2003, she was awarded
the Hankook Ilbo Literary Prize and in 2004 received the Dongseo Literary Prize.
Bae Suah’s work has been widely critically acclaimed for its unconventionality
and unfixed nature. In the bilingual edition of Time in Gray (Hoesaek Si) translated by
Chang Chung-hwa and Andrew James Keast, a section is included that provides excerpts
of past literary criticism. Shin Su-jeong remarks that Bae’s fiction is not “simple kitsch”
but “sail clear of the national and the ideological, and even of literary tradition,” an action
which makes the stories into “fiction” (Bae, 2013, 109, 111). Kim Sa-gwa sees Bae’s turn
towards essay-format stories as a way to “give substance to the enormous void set
between the world of her personal reality in Berlin and the Korean world of her readers,”
and now “as a symptom of her resolute solitude and departure from reality, her own
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“Author Database: Suah Bae,” Literature Translation Institute of Korea, accessed
November 29, 2014, http://klti.or.kr/ke_04_03_011.do

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included,” Bae has constructed a “world of dreams…through which lost voices drift”
(Bae, 2013, 113, 115). These small samplings of acclaim for Bae’s work share an
appreciation for the new directions that Bae is pushing literature in contemporary Korea.
In her interview with Bae Suah, Deborah Smith asked whether she thought that
the move to Germany had influenced Bae to become more experimental with her work
(Smith 2014). Bae replied that “the experience of going to Germany and living there on
my own… really brought home to me that loneliness that is particular to writers,” which
she believes “intensified” the changes her writing was going through (ibid.). She also
comments on her earlier works, which she states she wrote “without any kind of writerly
self-consciousness,” and has now started to pay more attention to as she tries to deepen
the “fairytale-like atmosphere” (ibid.). Bae mentions that “What literary theorists say
about literature doesn’t hold much appeal for me,” and that she focuses more on how we
enjoy a text, rather than attributing it to a specific genre of writing (ibid.). She defines
literature as “a way of mourning existence” since she believes that the sadness humans
hold due to the fact that “they have to die…drives them to create literature” (ibid.). The
focus on experimentation and exploration in her writing that Bae outlines here are
important to consider while thinking about her place in the contemporary Korean literary
scene, which is markedly different from the literature of twentieth century Korea.
Discussions of Korean literature that was being written in the twentieth century
are often confined to themes surrounding war memory and trauma that had their start
during the Japanese occupation and through to the Korean War. But as generations of
Koreans began to be born who had no living memory of a connection to North Korea and
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the chance to look back on modernity. Or, at least, this is what Lee Kwang-ho argues in
his article “Cultural Hybridity in Contemporary Korean Literature” in which he discusses
the changing literary landscape of twenty-first century South Korea. Lee asserts that “For
the past one hundred years, [Korean literature] played the role of conducting social
discourse and persistently pursued literary autonomy” (29). However, due to “the
industrialization and democratization of Korean society” these roles were reduced and
“its status in the cultural market was peripheralized as it competed with other new mass
media” (Lee, 29). He refers to these new authors with the term “zero gravity.” Without
the “political guilt” of generations past, these new writers were instead connected more in
terms of their shared experiences of cultural texts than a sense of shared trauma (Lee, 31).
Under these conditions set out by Lee that mark zero gravity writers in contrast to Korean
writers of the twentieth century, Lee also states that this new generation of literature
“came to try new forms and styles of speech,” which “can be understood to signify the
beginning of a ‘different literature,’ instead of playing up a ‘death of literature’” (29). In
Lee’s analysis of contemporary literature, echoes of Bae’s own style can be seen, first
through his comments on the absence of a “shared historical experience,” and then
through his discussion on the trend of the lack of an enlightened and confessional narrator
within contemporary literature (Lee 30, 34). As a member of this new generation of zero
gravity writers, Bae is both a unique and resounding voice in contemporary Korean
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Part Two: “Towards Marzahn” and the Act of Translation
Translating “Towards Marzahn”
Bae Suah’s “Towards Marzahn” presents an interesting prospect to the reader and
translator—a text written by a Korean author in Korean that takes place in a
neighborhood of east Berlin. Within this foreign setting, Bae plays with the Korean
language to emphasize the isolation and repetition of situations occurring within the text.
At twenty-six pages in length, it took the better course of three months to write the full
translation that is below as well as multiple revisions in order to make sure that each
character’s voice contained the appropriate tone. The challenges faced specifically that I
will talk about in this section dealt with determining the appropriate narrative voice and
the repetition of sentence endings and phrases within dialogues.
What is not readily apparent when one first begins reading “Towards Marzahn” in
Korean is the absence of a bodied narrator. Nowhere in the text is the use of the first
person pronoun used in Korean except when characters are in dialogue with each other.
Similarly, while there are some judgments and suppositions made on the part of the
narrative voice, there are no clues in the text that point to the narrator actually being an
inhabitant of the apartment building. An example of one of these instances takes place
during the description of the resident who often holds loud parties in his apartment. Table
1 shows a comparison of the original sentence in Korean, the Romanization, the basic
translation, and the final translation. In most cases, the sentence construction ~(으)ㄴ
적이 있다/없다 (~(ŭ)n chŏki itta) is a way to talk about an experience a person has or
has not had.

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Table 1. Comparison of Original Korean and Translation of a Sentence from Bae
Suah’s “Towards Marzahn” (116)
Original Korean Romanization Korean-English
First Translation
Final Translation
그의 얼굴을 본
적은 한 번도 없다.
Kŭŭi ŏlkulŭl pon
chŏkŭn han pŏnto
ŏpta.
There was never a
time when his face
had been seen.
No one had ever
seen his face.
Source: Bae, Suah 배수아. Matchan panghyangŭro 마짠

방향으로 [Towards Marzahn].
Munhakkwasahoe 문학과사회

16.1 (2003): 92-117.
But in the case of the narrator in “Towards Marzahn” who has no shown bodily
experience, I read the sentence as referring to the experience of other residents and
translated it as such. Bae also makes the translation interesting by often having the
narrative voice re-word what it is commenting on. The most challenging instance of this
is when the narrative voice chooses to describe the shape of a slipper in front of the
kitchen door. Table 2 shows a comparison of the original sentence in Korean, the
Romanization, the basic translation, and the final translation. As can be seen by the side-
by-side comparison, I tried to stay as faithful to the original as possible although chose to
make grammatical changes in order to create a better flow in English.
Throughout “Towards Marzahn,” certain sentence endings and phrases were
repeated by characters, making it a challenge to translate the sentences without feeling
like one had to resist the repetition. In order to translate the dialogues to my best ability, I
chose to assign each repeating phrase and sentence ending to one English equivalent that
would likewise repeat within the text. I felt that this was an important aspect of the text to
keep consistent as the repetition of the phrase in turn signified the level of
miscommunication that was occurring between the characters. The first repetition to
occur within the text was between the two men standing outside the elevator who were

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Table 2: Comparison of Original Korean and Translation of a Sentence from Bae
Suah’s “Towards Marzahn” (109)
Original Korean Romanization Korean-English
Literal Translation
Final Translation
“부엌 문 앞에서
사람의 그림자가,
그렇게 보이는
것이, 더 자세하게
말하자면 단지
사람의 발처럼
보이는 것이,
사람의 발이 신은
슬리퍼의 모습이
잠시
머뭇거리다가
사라졌다.”
Puŏk mun apësŏ
saramŭi
kŭrimchaka,
kŭrŏhke poinŭn
kŏti, dŏ chasëhakë
malhachamyŏn
danchi saramŭi
palch’ŏrŏm poinŭn
kŏti, saramŭi pali
sinŭn sŭlripŏŭi
mosŭpi chamsi
mŏmutkŏridaka
sarachyŏtta
A person’s shadow
in front of the
kitchen door, it
looked like that, if
said in more detail it
looked like only a
person’s feet, the
shape of a person’s
feet in slippers
appeared for a
moment and the
disappeared.
In front of the
kitchen door a
shadow of a person,
something that
looked like one, or
more specifically—
or more something
that looked like a
person’s foot, that
is, a slipper worn by
a person’s foot—
appeared
momentarily and
then disappeared.
Source: Bae, Suah 배수아. Matchan panghyangŭro 마짠

16.1 (2003): 92-117.
discussing renting an apartment within the building. The shorter man continuously uses
the sentence ending ~말이지(~malichi), which I have chosen to translate as “I’m saying,”
to both convey the repetitive nature of his speech as well as the informal manner in which
he is speaking. In another conversation between a resident and a student, the resident
repeats the phrase 그렇지 않니? (Kŭrŏchi anhni?), which I have chosen to translate as
simply, “right?” due to the informal way that this resident too is addressing the student.
Although the longer phrase, “Isn’t that right?” is the correct literal translation, using,
“right?” echoes the feeling of informality that is taking place in the Korean text.

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“Towards Marzahn” by Bae Suah
As soon as the clock hit 7:45am, the sound of the radio was audible. It was not
always the same program, despite the fact that the broadcasting channel had been set.
What the person who had originally set the radio to that channel had wanted—although
its impossible to know who they were—was the news that started at that time. But as time
passed and the station made changes in programming, so too did the time of the news
change. The timeslot was re-assigned to a morning program that played mostly soft music
or pop music and now it was a news and classical music broadcast, which sometimes also
had local news announcements with occasional popular music. Even though the way the
radio turned on—vibrating and crackling faintly as the power automatically turned on—
was the same tumultuous and spasmodic movement as ever, the content of the broadcast
had changed. According to the broadcast, the snow from last night had not melted yet.
No, the moisture had caused it to become grey and lumpy and even now snow was falling
so little by little that it was barely noticeable. The temperature was not low, however the
street had become damp with slush. If one does need to go out, how about putting on a
pair of boots? Of course, that is assuming one does have something like a pair of boots at
home. Are they trying to be funny? The announcer’s voice was very fast as if he had a lot
to read in a short span of time. Last night, a fire broke out in a theater near here.
Thankfully, since there were no people there at the time, no one got hurt and the
firefighters arrived quickly to extinguish it. The radio is beside the headboard of the bed,
directly below a large window with drooping grey curtains. The window is so
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draft would hang in the air. People who had moved up from the south could hardly
endure this ice-like air that chilled them to the bone. The sky visible through the window
was completely grey; this winter weather was especially awful. Occasionally a crow
would flash by the window. The view from the window was more than just dull. It was
the realization of a completely dull imagination. Below was a large, empty intersection
with tram tracks running down the middle. On the opposite side of this street was a line
of five rectangular buildings, which at first appeared to simply be built like twins but
upon closer observation, one could see that they were all connected through a huge deep-
set glass hall. It would be much more accurate to say that the buildings looked like a huge
lump. The ‘Office Space For Rent’ signboard was still there after several months and,
inexplicably, there was a pile of sand on top of one of the flat buildings below. Without
any sign of variation, the low rectangular buildings existed wherever one looked. This
apartment building was the only high-rise on this street. Even if one looked for the next
closest apartment building, it was impossible to know how many kilometers away it was.
It was not strange that, among the residents, there was one who spent the whole winter
standing by the window, looking outside, and eventually became depressed. Moreover, to
the point that it was hard to understand, the street was quite literally always empty. It was
often the case that the snow would melt before anyone had had the chance to even tread
on it. Traffic along the street was composed entirely of trams with three or four cars and
automobiles that passed under the traffic light routinely. As soon as the sun sets,
everything quickly falls into darkness except for the corner on the other side of the street,
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with an advertisement for beer. These are the only indications that this is not a completely
abandoned city.
It was just before 8:05am but there was neither the sound of a door opening nor
closing anywhere in the building. The radio announcer quickly swallowed without a
sound and his throat contracted.
All right listeners, I have one more thing to announce. If you would like to
enjoy a Monday-evening recital, you have the opportunity today. This is not a
regular concert but is a piano recital tonight at 8pm. It will take place in the
reading area between the library periodicals room and the history corner. Three
students from the graduating class of the music school will be performing. The
musical program will be Löffler’s Two Rhapsodies for Viola, Oboe, and Piano,
and Schumann’s Romance. Concerning the Marzahn Theater fire, the police are
not giving any explanation as to the cause. And tomorrow’s weather is scheduled
to get colder. In the early morning, the temperature will be around minus 14
degrees Celsius. The next song will be “Gay Girls” by Fettes Brot.
Dududududududoong, la, la… Gay girls, we are gay girls…
If one were to open the door and go in (that is if one could find the key to this
empty apartment) there would be a small kitchen opposite the entrance. A visitor standing
in the entrance from which the bedroom is not visible might think that someone was
there, reading the local newspaper out loud. Since the coffee machine in the kitchen
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on, the coffee machine would automatically start brewing coffee. But this was no longer
the case. There is no one here now to change the coffee filter every night, to put in the
new coffee grounds, or to fill the machine with water. So, really, there was no longer a
use for the timer on the coffee machine. Composed of only two rooms, the apartment was
really just a kitchen and a bedroom-cum-living room. Walking through the entrance, a
framed watercolor hung on the wall and underneath it was written, “One Wild Red Bird.”
Yet no matter how much one looked, there was no bird in the painting; in fact comprised
of an orchid and a few other plants. In fact, not a single part of the painting was red. This
was the only flower in the whole apartment. The wall directly across had a closet which
was where the food waste and bags of trash had been stored. The warmest place in the
apartment was this entrance and corridor. We can say that all spaces hold on to a fated
smell as a kind of character. The smell in this place—in addition to the remnants of
smoke, of potatoes burned on the bottom of the oven, of spoiled beer that had long since
died in a glass—felt like an intentionally made expression. Melancholy, long winters
spent alone here for who knows how many years, an elderly person, a night-shift nurse,
the sound of music from a basement bar, an insurance company employee who is only a
shadow. The space retained these kinds of traces, which can be seen as elements of
personality. Even though it had been a few months since anyone had lived here.
The last resident had left only a little bit more than four months ago. Since then,
no one had come looking for a house to rent. It is not strange that this area had become
empty to the point that most buildings stood unoccupied. A long winter had come to visit
this place. In most cases, it was customary that as soon as the rented apartment was
emptied, the janitor would clean it. But this time it was different. Due to a problem with

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the cleaning company, cleaning the emptied apartment had been delayed and when a new
cleaning company was at last hired, the apartment had been completely forgotten about.
It seems almost certain that no one will find any of this until a new person comes looking
for an apartment to rent. There was one desk in the bedroom. When eating, it became a
dining table, and when work needed to be done, it could be called by a different name. It
was that kind of desk. For instance, the last resident of this place was a person that liked
to write with a pen. He might’ve been too poor to buy a machine but during the quiet
hours he would become absorbed in the silence and liked to write a few pages, despite
not being a professional. At the desk, he would unfold and lay down a white piece of
paper and write about things he had both seen and not seen. While it is true that he was
the last resident, he had left comparatively more traces. Looking at the vinyl-covered
waterproof desk in detail, it is still possible to see the marks the pen left as it was pushed
down onto the paper. Like a person unused to writing, he had put all of his strength into
pressing the pen into the paper for longer than necessary. He also had written many
letters at this desk. Not only letters to the government or the bank, but personal letters as
well.
I bought three aspirins as well as a magazine with the remaining money…
due to the fact that I have spent all of my money, I find it doubtful that I will have
enough to buy a stamp. If I cannot find a job by the end of next week I will have
to move away. Everything is quite unclear at the moment. Even if you end up
receiving this letter, I do not need to receive a reply. That is because I do not even
know if I will have to leave or not. It looks like what has been going on has been

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troubling you lately. But if you are healthy, what else matters? 3 o’clock…
Everything’s good. I like the place I’ve been living. I think the rent is pretty
expensive. Sometimes it’s cold. But it’s a new building. Ever since I moved here,
I haven’t met a single person. It’s a good place to be alone. Whenever I’m alone, I
end up mumbling songs to myself. Like “Three Chinese with a Contrabass” ...
Something like that. I’m terrible at singing. Oh, there’s a radio here that I can
listen to for free. But… (The rest is so blurred that it cannot be read)
His hair was red mixed with dark brown. There is still some left in the bathroom.
He was a shy, cautious, humble type of person. When he encountered women, he was so
shy and careful that it was painfully awkward, and when around men, he couldn’t match
their confidence and aggression, so he got hurt easily. He was the type of person that
couldn’t fit in anywhere. Throughout his minimal time here and probably even before
that as well, he had been unable to find either a male or female friend. Even if he received
an invitation to a New Year’s party, nobody talked to him and he didn’t strike up a
conversation with anyone either. Worried that other people would take pity on him or
look at him strangely—that is, worried that people would notice this aspect of his
personality—he attempted to make it seem like he wasn’t like that and in turn became
nervous and pessimistic. He began to enjoy being alone more and more.
There was another tall, cheerful, pleasant young man who had lived here. No
matter the weather, he would always carry his blue rucksack. But because he couldn’t
endure the loneliness, before four months were up he left for a more bustling street,
almost like he was running away. His appearance was quite striking. He resembled a

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baby that was just about to start laughing. The sides of his mouth seemed to be
perpetually lifted and what was even worse was that even when he was sad or angry, it
looked like he was just about to start laughing. There was one photo, stuck between the
bed and the wall that no one knew about that was evidence of this. Before he had left the
apartment, behind the framed picture titled “One Wild Red Bird” he had scribbled
something. It’s clear that it is a swear word but there was no one who had discovered it
yet. He had had a bicycle and had ridden it a couple of kilometers each day, going to the
park to take a walk. Even when his girlfriend had left, he did not lose his handsome and
cheery expression. It’s hard to tell precisely when he had left this apartment but he still
seemed to be no more than twenty years old.
There was a time when a young couple lived here as well. They were a nurse’s aid
and a female employee from a hat shop in the shopping center. Although their
relationship was not typical, they loved each other and thought that they would be
together for a long time. While they both had names given to them at birth, they gave
each other names that they only used when they were together. This had been their first
home. While the nurse’s aid’s personality was introverted and solitary, the shopping
center employee had the opposite tendency. They sometimes tickled each other’s toes and
read out loud to each other on their bed or spent the night watching the home shopping
channel. The nurse’s aid wanted to buy new hair rollers and the shopping center
employee wanted a travel package to take a trip to the Himalayas despite how expensive
it was. The two had met through an ad in a magazine’s personals section. They started
living together as soon as they met. If the nurse’s aid had not jumped without hesitation
out of the window one November then they could have even adopted a child and started a

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family. But the nurse’s aid had already been seriously sick and ultimately there was
nothing more that could be done. The shopping center employee then packed her bags
and returned to her hometown.
The morning’s pale light illuminated the clouds. Although the street lamps were
still on, the sky was already bright. But, of course, it was a depressing day as always. No
matter where one looked, there was nothing to stir the heart. The snow had now become
brown rain. At 9:15, the radio became excited as the performance of “The Berlin
Occupation” began to reach its finale, but, as if the radio felt awkward, it suddenly cut
out. It was the same as when a novice actor enters the stage at the wrong time and then
runs off. In the corridor, surrounded by a dizzying amount of Hakenkreuz2
scribbled on
the walls, two men stood talking by the elevator. Looking at the two from far away, they
appeared to both be armed with rather similar thick brown coats and felt hats. One of
them was carrying an umbrella. Visibly restless, the two looked at their watches while
shuffling their feet.
“So, it’s a studio, huh. That is, it’s just a bedroom for one person.”
Speaking as if he was groaning, one of them coughed deeply. Although he had a
large build, he wasn’t healthy and the more he aged, the more his face filled with worry
and concern.
“I haven’t decided yet whether I want to rent the room or not. I’m very sensitive
to cold and this place is too cold. Too cold. I don’t know what on earth to do. And also, I
don’t have a car and there doesn’t seem to be a single place around here to buy things.”
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The name of the symbol used by the Nazi party in Germany and then by the Third
Reich. It is based on the Hindu swastika but gets its name from the way the cross is
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“Depends on how you think about it.”
The other person answered without any sincerity. Even though this smaller person
looked similar, he had an expensive-looking leather bag and gloves that differentiated
him from the larger man. His hat was pressed down to the top of his cunning eyebrows.
“Of course if it’s an apartment with one room, it’ll be cheaper than a two-
bedroom apartment. First of all, weren’t you thinking of a place that was quiet with a
good view? You need to consider that. Here the apartment is right in the plaza. You need
to consider that. Here no one, not one person will disturb you. Even if they were looking
for you, they couldn’t find you. I’m telling you this because it’s important.”
“Still, it’s too cold here. Almost like ice! Besides, even taking all of that into
account, it seems too expensive.”
The larger-framed man shook as he suddenly hiccup-ed.
“If you complain and make a fuss like this, you won’t be able to do anything. And
like you said before, this is clearly a furnished studio for rent. This isn’t a refugee camp
or something. And so, I’m saying that you have to pay the appropriate amount of money.
The world is like this, you know. I’m saying this because it’s your problem to decide. but
I don’t think I should meddle anymore.”
The elevator stopped and the door opened. The two went inside. The door closed
and the elevator began to descend. Inside the elevator, neither of the men spoke a word.
The door opened once more and the two exited into the lobby where the mailboxes were.
“Okay then.”
The smaller man walked ahead and spoke.

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“Will you let me know when you’ll be making your decision? Or else it will
difficult for me as well.”
“I don’t really know. As of right now, I want to look at a few other places.”
“Well, if that’s the case, do as you like.”
With a look of resignation on his face, the smaller man headed over to where his
car was parked. As if he had suddenly remembered something, he suddenly turned
around to look at the larger man.
“Oh, I remembered something just now, I have to go in a different direction. A
different direction is what I mean to say. I have an important meeting and it’s in the other
direction--in fact, the complete opposite one. So I’m afraid I can’t keep to what I
promised before. I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you in advance. But I guess it just slipped my
mind. Ah, it seems that there’s not much time left. It’s a very important client so I have
no choice. Sorry. Well then, I’ll see you later.”
The smaller man got into his car and, like an escape artist, seemed to disappear
almost the instant he turned on the ignition. The larger man was left behind. Just before
the car left, the larger man, flustered, shook his arm and shouted.
“What did you say? You already know that I don’t know this area at all. That this
is my first time coming to this city. What am I supposed to do? After so many years, to
not even get a cup of coffee and just go our separate ways…?”
He then gave up, lowered his raised arm, and readjusted the collar of his coat
meekly. His eyes looked towards the tram station. Even if it was only for a short while, if
he rode it he wouldn’t get lost. It wouldn’t be too late to wait until later to think about the
problem of renting the room. When the traffic light changed, he hurriedly began to cross

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the street. The rain stopped and sunlight began to shine through the clouds. Short and
cold, an uneasy ray of sunlight shined down upon the snow-covered street. And then
suddenly everything began to sparkle like a mirror. The building’s windows, the white
and hard snow wrapped in shade, the puddle it formed in the street when it melted, the
tram’s tracks, the yellow road sign wet with rain and painted with five black arrows and a
black plane. The large man’s brown coat slowly faded into the distance as he crossed the
intersection. With his head bowed down, he was the only “crossing pedestrian” in sight.
The street was completely empty as usual. The man slowly became smaller. Finally, he
disappeared. Somewhere near the tram station. One had to go more than five stops in
order to get to the closest busy area. The tram let out in front of a shopping center with a
subway station and theater. The only view from the tram was of the completely empty
buildings standing gloomily on the side of the road. Although the buildings had been
completed a number of years ago, not a single person had moved into any of them. For
Rent, this was the most commonly seen advertisement, the only message, in the area. It
seemed as though the empty buildings were keeping pace with the tram. The perfectly
rectangular concrete buildings, all the same height as if by agreement; the empty plots of
land surrounding the tram tracks, left unsold and overgrown with grass; the message
constantly followed the tram, filtering through the it’s glass windows, For Rent, For Rent,
For Rent… The weak light’s dust filled the empty sky. On weekend evenings, the young
people wore pants tight in the butt and wide in the leg and short jackets, gathering at the
shopping center, the movie theater, and the bowling alley. But most of the time, there
wasn’t even a beggar or stray dog in front of the entrance to the subway that was facing
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ferocious mouth pulled wide open and covered in a dizzying array of graffiti. To speak
quite honestly, it was a dangerous place to be alone at night.
Bee-beep, the drawn-out sound of the buzzer was like a hammer hitting the wall.
It was the buzzer for the apartment downstairs. It was clear, of course, that they had
pressed the wrong button. But without giving up, the buzzer rang again. The silence of
the room was bullied by the sound of the buzzer. Why wasn’t there an answer? Standing
in front of the entrance downstairs, a skinny young man carrying a violin case was
waiting impatiently. He didn’t know that he was the one who had made a mistake. Why
didn’t they answer? He repeated the address in his head. Number 137. It wasn’t the
wrong address. So why? He had asked someone for directions. And the response had
been this building. At the building’s entrance, the address was written clearly. Number
137, Apartment 343. But why? The person living there might’ve forgotten that the young
man was coming today. That could be why they didn’t answer the door. The only way for
him to find the apartment would be to ask someone for help. There wasn’t much time left.
Apartment 344, Apartment 342, Apartment 333, Apartment 323, Apartment 353, the
young man tried pressing each bell but there were no replies at any of those either.
During that space of time, the sun had again concealed its whereabouts and the street had
again become dark. Everything the eyes touched upon had transformed into a dirty,
muddy puddle. Nothing glittered any more. The young man let out a sigh. He kept on
pressing the bells to random apartments. And then finally, he received a voice.
“What is it?”
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“I’m sorry but could you please buzz me in? I have an important appointment but,
you see, no one answered.”
“What did you say?”
“I would be really grateful if you would buzz me in. I received a request to give a
violin lesson and it’s a really important job for me, but even though today is the right day
and this is the right place, no one has answered so I can’t get in. That’s why I would like
you to buzz me in.”
“I really don’t understand what you’re saying. So you’re a visitor and you need to
get in but no one has answered the door for you. Is that what you’re saying?”
“Yes, that’s right.”
“So instead you want me to open the door.”
“Right.”
“What apartment are you looking for?”
“343.”
“Well that’s strange, why would I have to open the door for you? That’s very
strange. Look here, I live in apartment 655, so you are currently ringing the bell of
apartment 655. Since 655 and 343 aren’t similar numbers at all, it’s rather strange for you
to be ringing my bell! Why are you doing that? I think that you should’ve asked that
person’s neighbors instead.”
“Of course, I wanted to do that but no one seems to be at home. Actually, no one
responded at all.”
“Well, I really doubt that. Not in this weather. And older people don’t really go
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“But it’s true. I definitely have to finish negotiating the lessons and receive the
advance payment. This is quite a problem for me. So if you would just buzz me in…”
“Money? This is about money?”
“Yes, I’m talking about the lesson fee. I’ve come to receive the advance payment
today.”
“Whatever the case, you said money, didn’t you?”
“The lesson fee.”
“Well, money is money. Whether it’s lesson fees or whatever, in the end, it’s all
the same.”
“Yes, well, that’s true. Could you please buzz me in?”
“How I see it is, it would be good for you to leave for now and come back later.
Or try to ask someone else for help. Me, I don’t think it would be good for me to buzz
you in. Especially someone like you who has come to get money…”
“Oh, I think you misunderstood me. It’s nothing like that. Moreover, it is only
opening the front door so I don’t understand why that would be a problem.”
With a clicking sound, the woman put down the intercom’s receiver. Lacking any
more strength, the young man sank to the ground. He didn’t want to ring any more bells
and repeat the same conversation over again. But he really had to receive the money
today. He took out the paper he had received from the homeowner on which the address
was written. Time passed silently. The young man read the address slowly before looking
up towards the sky and then glanced at his surroundings. It was quite a long ways to walk
before he would reach a public telephone. He slowly repeated the street’s name. Bowing
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to walk. At first, he reluctantly dragged his legs but gradually he began to stand up
straighter and walk faster. Upon reaching the middle of the street, he shook his head and
once more took out the piece of paper with the address written on it that that the
homeowner had given him and read it. He pronounced the address as if he was rolling it
around in his mouth. In the distance, as the sound of a bell rang out, the tram approached.
As if he had made a decision, his pale lips sealed shut and he began to run in that
direction. While running, a ridiculous sound, hick hick, was produced from his mouth. It
was hard to tell whether he was laughing or crying.
“What are you looking for?”
“My textbook and notes.”
“Why are you looking for your textbook and notes in the trash? Move, you’re in
my way. I need to throw away my trash.”
“But, I need to find them so that I can finish my homework. And I can’t do that
without my textbook. I need to go to school tomorrow.”
“That why I’m asking, why on earth are you looking for your textbook and notes
here?”
“Penn threw all of them out.”
“What did you say? Penn, who is Penn?”
“Penn is fat and has a gap between his front teeth. And also has huge hands.”
“Which is why I’m asking, who is he?”
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“What did you say? How very interesting! But isn’t your mother’s boyfriend that
short bus driver with the beard on his chin? But what’s this all of a sudden?”
“That man doesn’t live with us anymore. They broke up two weeks ago.”
“What did you say? I was completely in the dark, huh! So, this new boyfriend of
your mother’s, his name is Penn?”
“Yes.”
“But why did Penn throw away your notes and textbook?”
“Whenever he gets drunk, he gets angry and hits my mom. He’ll throw away
anything and smash everything he sees.”
“Is that so! But why did he throw away your things? You don’t have anything to
do with that and you haven’t done anything wrong, right? You know, he’s just your
mother’s boyfriend, right?”
“That is true but.”
“But why is he throwing your things away? In that case, it’s his fault.”
“Yes. That’s right.”
“The important question is, why did he touch your things? You know, he’s just
your mother’s boyfriend. But why in the world were your things within his reach?”
“I can’t earn money to rent a house yet. I’m still too young and these days, renting
is so expensive.”
“That man must take that into account as a problem. Who was that person you
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“Ah, that’s right, Penn. He shouldn’t touch your things, right? Someone has to
talk to him. Harshly, I mean. Like, for example, your mom could talk to him.”
“My mom, she doesn’t care about my situation. I need to find my notes quickly.”
“Foolishly you, you’re really not thinking about the important things. If
something like this happens in the future, what will you do? That’s why you need to have
a talk with this Penn guy. Tell him not to touch your things, right? So whether it’s your
mom or someone else, this problem must be made clear. You are just living together
there in your mom’s house, just like Penn.”
“I’m looking for my textbook and notes right now though. If I can’t do my
homework, if I’m not able to graduate because of stuff like this, I won’t be able to get a
job.”
“Just listen to me. If not your mom, then at least you need to say something, right?
You are someone with no direct relation to them and their problems. Where were you
when your things were destroyed?”
“Standing outside the door.”
“Why were you just standing there?”
“Because he didn’t open the door for me.”
“Where did you sleep then?”
“In the super’s apartment.”
“Poor thing. So I guess the super knows everything”
“Yes.”
“You should say something to him. Aren’t you grown up now? You’re tall, you
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until you graduate and get a job, you will be staying in that apartment. Of course, even if
it’s only a little, you’re paying right? Therefore you have a right. Say don’t touch my
things. Say it right now. He’s in the apartment now, right? Since he was drunk last night,
he must still be fast asleep. Go right now and say it to him. My things are important and
they have no connection to my mom, so don’t ever lay a finger on them. Wouldn’t it be
good to just search through the trash later? I think that method is much more reasonable
and if you think towards the future, then it seems much more sensible. Isn’t that right…?
It would be good to go now and tell him. Now, don’t make such a sullen expression and
listen to me…I’m saying, go quickly and tell him…”
The sound of the television was spreading into the hallway. Someone had turned
up the sound extremely loud. Or perhaps the television itself had naturally become louder.
The television is playing a rerun of a late night movie. It is the kind of movie in which the
characters are speaking in regional dialects. A headache-inducing wind blew through the
corridor’s air vent. The wind vibrated with the smell of gunpowder. Fireworks were
popping upstairs. The person who lived upstairs had opened their window and was setting
off firecrackers that remained from their New Year’s party. Once every 15 minutes, a
popping sound could be heard. The reeking smell of gunpowder and smoke, the paper
and the scraps of firecrackers drew arcs in the air as they fell. If the window had been
open, the firecrackers might’ve been blown into the room and set the room on fire. A
desk and chair had been placed next to the window. Originally both had been placed by
the wall behind the bed but the last resident had decided to move them right beside the
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everything was dark as if it was covered with black ash. In front of the kitchen door a
shadow of a person, something that looked like one, or more specifically—or more
something that looked like a person’s foot, that is, a slipper worn by a person’s foot—
appeared momentarily and then disappeared. Neither the person’s legs nor the bath towel
that should have been above the slippers were there. Though there was no wind, the
kitchen door that didn’t completely close made a strange noise. Perhaps it was because of
the racket caused by the fireworks. The light from the bursting fireworks refracted once
more, shining through the kitchen window. There was just one forgotten slipper covered
in dust underneath the kitchen window.
“That’s what I’m saying, I’ve never liked my name. It’s because my name is so
common that it’s very easy to meet people with the same name. My grandmother also had
the same name. Moreover, among my close friends, one of them has a grandmother with
the same name. At school, there was always at least one student with the same name in
my class. Even after graduating from school, I often heard my name called on the street.
However, whenever I looked back, it wasn’t me who they were calling. Similar to what
it’s like outside right now, I once walked down a huge, wide street at dawn and heard
someone calling my name… I was walking by myself and nobody there knew who I
was… Of course they wouldn’t. It was a few thousand kilometers away from here. The
sun doesn’t set at all during the summer and the light has the same brightness when you
wake up as it does at night. It was just the same that morning as I walked alone there. It
was a large, wide street. There were factories on all sides with chimneys attached and
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I could clearly hear a voice calling me from one of those homes. I heard it many times,
over and over. At 3 o’clock in the morning there wasn’t a single person around. But the
voice was clearly repeating. Amidst these hundreds, thousands of different square brick
rooms that stretched till that white sparkling horizon, someone was calling me. The voice
was being carried through an open window but it was impossible to know from where.
Ah, it seemed like a dream. While thinking that I was mistaken, I circled around and
around, trying to find the house from which the voice was coming from. What I mean is,
if I turned at this block, the voice could be heard on the other side and when I walked
over there, I would hear the voice again at the place I had just come from. By the end, I
just felt like crying. On this side there was a red square building and on that side there
was an identical one. I ended up being completely lost in the end. I even lost that voice.
Until it became morning and when the train first started running, I was unable to escape
from that street. Even now the memory remains, that street where the chocolate factory
was… That one summer night when the sun didn’t set… The red rooms with their open
windows… Clearly, there must be someone who lives there with the same name as me.
Don’t you think so? Why haven’t you said anything? Yeah, I have been talking about my
name. I hate my name. However, I don’t want to start hating myself because of that.
Really…”
“But just now clearly…”
“What do you think? Do you like my name? Tell me, as a favor. You’ve never
told me, not even once.”
“More than that though, it seems like someone is clearly calling your name right
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“That doesn’t make sense. Someone’s calling my name? Outside right now?”
“Try listening. I can hear it right now.”
“I don’t hear it though. It’s just the sound of the wind.”
“That can’t be. Just now clearly, ah, I heard it again.”
“I don’t hear anything. Also, I don’t know anyone around here. What I mean is
that there is nobody that knows I am here.”
“Who could it be…? Someone’s calling you. Why don’t you look out the
window?”
“I did, clearly. But I couldn’t see anyone. You think there’s someone calling
outside? Look, can’t you see, there’s not even a dead ant in the street…”
“They could be hiding in the shadows, unable to be seen…”
“Why am I so angry?”
“Because of me…?”
“That’s right, because of you. And because of my name.”
“Ah, I heard it again.”
“They’re calling a different person. It’s like what I said. About my name. It’s
always like this. I always hear it but no one is ever calling me.”
“No, it’s clear that if you heard this voice, you would know it…”
“That’s not true.”
“If that is the case, then why did you deny hearing it until a little while ago?”
“I can’t hear it now either. That’s right, it seems I can’t hear it at all. But, even if I
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like this. There have been a lot of times like this… Didn’t I say so? Ah, but why am I so
angry?”
“I have no intention of making you angry.”
“But the reason I’m angry isn’t because of myself. Like that name, there are a lot
of things that get in my way. I can’t stand it so I get angry.”
“Really, you don’t love me?”
“I love you. Still, I can’t do anything about getting angry. But why are you
laughing?”
“Do you know what you threw out the window?”
“What I threw out the window…? Are you saying that I did that…?”
“That’s right. You threw something out the window.”
“What is it?”
“My slipper.”
“Why is someone calling so loud?”
“What?”
“I’m talking about my name. It’s not mine but it’s a similar name.”
“You said you couldn’t hear it.”
“I didn’t hear it. No, it doesn’t matter whether I heard it or not. Because it’s not
my name, anyway. Therefore it is something so minor and insignificant and despicable to
me. So why do you care so much about it?”
“I don’t care. The only person who cares about it is you. I’m just asking you who
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“Because you threw out my slipper.”
“Is that funny?”
“Yes.”
“It’s because I’m angry. Like walking down that street with the chocolate factory.
It was so easy to get lost there. This alley and that alley are no different from each other
and that alley looks similar to the thousands of other alleys standing beside it. Night was
like day and day like night. If I ever hear my name being called by the same voice as the
one in that street with the chocolate factory, then I’ll show you that I can throw
something other than that slipper.”
It is hard to know where one can buy a magazine. In just a glance, it is clear to see
that there is nowhere to buy either a newspaper or magazine within a few kilometers. Not
just that but one isn’t able to find a public telephone or trashcan or a single place to buy
fried noodles. There isn’t even a post office or a church. If one were hungry, it is hard to
know what one could possibly do. The street that had been wet with snow became
gradually soaked in darkness. The light at the car wash was already shining brightly.
Under the yellow light shining over the vast car wash, only a few cars had stopped to be
washed. Now completely dark, the upstairs firecrackers that had paused for a moment
began to pop again. While it seemed that there weren’t that many firecrackers remaining,
it was just when their existence was forgotten that there was suddenly a thud and the
remaining sparks fell from the sky. There was finally light within the room. Bare feet
were sitting in the seat next to the window. Only the bare feet could be seen. In the cold,
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got up and paced. As if looking around for something, the bare feet paced around the
kitchen and bedroom. However, since it was just bare feet, it’s impossible to really know
anything. In the meantime, quicker than one could say, “Oh, so this is what you call
darkness, it’s getting dark, huh?”, the darkness had completely captured the unlit street.
The bare feet had been reading a magazine that had been published quite a long time ago.
The bare feet always sat on the seat by the window rubbing against each other as the
magazine lay open on the desk. The only remaining sound that could be heard was that of
the magazine’s pages turning, se-euk. It was a popular kind of magazine that talked about
television programs and carried popular gossip columns. Published every two weeks, it
had a famous personals section. If you wanted, you could even include a photo. But
whether it was wise or not to include a photo in a personals ad, the bare feet wondered.
Although, who could know the thoughts of the bare feet? They were just bare feet.
Hello. I am a nineteen-year-old woman. It hasn’t been long since I turned
19. A quick note about me, I’m a bit on the introverted side and very shy but I’m
not physically weak. I just look that way.
The door to the trash shoot in the corridor shut with a bang. Ripped textbooks,
homework, school, work, home, and important money…
I am a nurse’s aid at the Jewish Foundation Hospital. It has been two years
since I started working there. Of course, I work at night. When bare foot, my
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side. Honestly, I’m looking for a friend. That is, a special girlfriend. I do not care
about age or have other particular conditions, I am just looking for a friend with
whom I can communicate freely with and can understand me with a sincere and
kind heart. If I meet that sort of friend, then I would like to live together. That is,
if possible, for a long time. If I had a dream, it would be to live with this type of
girlfriend in a home on the edge of a thick forest. As time passed by and we grew
older, I would create a family together with my beloved girlfriend in that house
with an adopted child.
The woman wasn’t quite sure which day the female post-worker came. She had to
mail a letter. She hadn’t included a picture but she still deeply hoped that there would be
some news. If perhaps she could find a friend, she would leave here and rent a furnished
home. It would be fine even if there were only one room. It didn’t matter either whether
or not the place was crowded with younger people. If it was quiet and near the tram, that
was all that mattered. Take for instance, here. Marzahn, Number 137 Marzahn. On the
desk, the years-old magazine that the bare feet had been reading lay open and the light in
the bedroom was turned off. And without anyone to fill it, the abandoned room had
turned cold. At the front entrance of Number 137 was a metal sign that was commonly
seen throughout the area that read as follows.
Number 137
People can live comfortably and safely here.
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Rules for all Residents
Parties and dogs and small children are prohibited.
In spite of the metal sign, the person upstairs often disregarded it and broke the
rules. He liked to have parties and turn up the volume of the music and set off
firecrackers. However right now there were no neighbors who lived near enough to
justify a complaint. Therefore he could enjoy himself to his heart’s content. Whether it
was Christmas or New Years, his birthday or some special weekend, the beginning of fall
or time for a personal computer music recital, he always had an excuse to have one of his
noisy parties. No one had ever seen his face. But there was always the sound of music
and firecrackers. When he held parties, the sound of furniture dragging across the floor
and heavy jumping could be heard all day long, and sound of ear-splitting music rang out
from that apartment. There was a thought that came to mind every time the parties passed
by like typhoons. His speakers could not possibly work any more. They must be ruined
by now. The parties were that loud. However, there was no problem with his equipment
and he continually held loud parties. There was no longer anything strange about the
parties. That is, excluding the fact that despite having frequent parties, not a single person
ever came to his house. And excluding the fact that when the party was in full swing,
only music—never another person’s voice—could be heard through his open windows.
And excluding the fact that during the party, the sound of fierce jumping that made the
ceiling vibrate was that of only one person. Tonight as well his party was getting ready to
start. Mar-zahn. Someone called out. However, where the sound had come from precisely
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Mar-zahn, Mar-zahn. Damn (mumbling), he must be throwing a party! He should eat shit.
There was the sound of fingers tapping on a window and a high-pitched sound came out
of the speakers twice and then the music started. Dududududududoong, la, la…Great! It’s
at maximum volume.
Gay girls
We are gay girls
When three gay girls walk through Hamburg
People will stop talking and they stare at us
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Part Three: Critical Analysis of “Towards Marzahn”
In this section, I will be exploring the thematic elements at play in Bae Suah’s
“Towards Marzahn,” that immerse the reader in a desolate urban expanse. Throughout
the text, Bae plays with expectations of time and space, giving the reader the chance to
explore the apartment as a liminal space. Upon entering the text, the reader is introduced
to an empty apartment that has become filled with the traces of those who have lived
there but long since left. When taking the form of media, these traces actively show
issues of communication that have or are occurring within the space. Interactions
between characters within the text are marked by loss, whether it be the loss of one’s
personal items or the feeling of being physically lost that hinder them from moving
forward and essentially stymies their movement onward within this urban space.
The liminality of the apartment arises chiefly though the temporary nature of its
residents, which is described through the narrative voice that has no visible body within
the text. Although an apartment is where people are meant to live, the space is introduced
to the reader as empty, although filled with its past occupants. Present time in the text is
marked by either the time of day or the specific hour and minute, while all fragmented
pasts are told by the narrative without a specified date attached, blurring the line between
past and present in the space. In this abandoned state, the apartment becomes a conduit
for the past interacting with the present through the insights of the narrative voice, which
exists in a state somewhere between objectivity and subjectivity. This tension between
subjectivity and objectivity in the narrative voice often takes the form of stating the
actions and words of the characters in the space with detailed precision but giving only
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within the text is in the description of the young lesbian couple that once lived in the
apartment. The narrative voice describes how the two had watched the home shopping
channel but while “the nurse’s aid wanted to buy new hair rollers… the shopping center
employee wanted a travel package to take a trip to the Himalayas” (Please see my
original translation in this thesis, 16). Despite the appearance of amicability in their
relationship, the nurse’s aid “jumped without hesitation out of the window one
November” (16). The narrative voice does not give an explanation as to the reasoning for
why the nurse’s aid made such a decision, showing the lack of omniscient knowledge on
the part of the narrative voice. In this way, the narrative voice is not unreliable but rather
places the reader in a state of uncertainty concerning the true nature of events.
This uncertainty is also perpetuated by the narrative’s recognition of its lack of
knowledge. The most striking example of this within the text is during the description of
bare feet sitting in the chair reading a magazine. Although the narrative describes the
movements of the bare feet as they rub against each other, when they stand up the
narrative voice states, “As if looking around for something, the bare feet paced around
the kitchen and bedroom” (33). The reader is unsure if the bare feet are actually looking
for something or if the bare feet are just pacing. The narrative then continues, “However,
since it was just bare feet, it’s impossible to really know anything,” signaling to the
reader that there will never be an explanation given to the reader concerning the bare feet
(33). The recollection of these bare feet has been perpetuated by the narrative voice and
the reader is well aware that there cannot be any bare feet in the apartment in the present
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supplements the liminality of the space as well as helping reinforcing through its
uncertainty and recollections of past residents.
The first instances of liminality in the text are noted within the first paragraph
when the narrative describes the contents of the radio program. Despite the fact that
someone had set the radio to that station for a reason, “as time passed and the station
made changes in programming, so too did the time of the news” (10). The active
transitory state of the radio here reflects the transitions that the apartment has gone
through with the cycles of residents. While the radio’s physical state has not changed,
“the way the radio turned on… was the same tumultuous and spasmodic movement as
ever,” the narrative notes that it is the contents that have changed since the last resident
had lived here (10). This last resident is the only one for whom an idea of their time of
occupation is noted. The narrative voice remarks that they “had left only a little bit more
than four months ago” and that since no one had moved in and there had been problems
with the cleaning company, “the apartment had been completely forgotten about” and
remained in its messy state (14). Un-cleaned, the apartment still contains the traces of its
past residents, which are used to weave in the stories of the past residents, leading to
connections among the fragmented stories of the residents that hint at the cyclical nature
of living in this place.
The traces left by the past residents of the apartment do not only function as
evidence of their presence but also are a way to think about how communication and the
misunderstandings that occur within its various types lead to halting of one’s intentions.
These traces fall into two categories, either stagnant or media. Stagnant traces are those
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glass containing dried beer, the hair left in the drain, and the coffee machine. Traces that
function as media are those that somehow interact with the characters or have some
physical change done onto them that exhibits the movements of the characters in the text.
The radio that begins the text is one example of this as it has undergone a transformation
through the changing schedule of programs but all the while keeps to its constant state of
“tumultuous and spasmodic movement” (10) The radio is grounded in the present through
the announcement of the recital, the Marzahn Theater Fire, and the weather, as well as the
song “Gay Girls,” which is repeated at the end of the text. It is the playing of the radio to
an empty room that is indicative of miscommunication due to the twist of the announcer
addressing an empty room. The next trace that appears is a watercolor painting that has
been named “One Wild Red Bird,” although “no matter how much one looked, there was
no bird in the painting… [and] not a single part of the painting was red” (13). This
painting is not only remarkable because of the dichotomy between its name and
appearance but because it is linked to one of the former residents a “tall, cheerful,
pleasant young man,” who had left another stagnant trace of himself through a photo that
remains “stuck between the bed and the wall” (16). The painting however, is also media
that has been interacted with as the young man had scribbled on the back of the painting a
curse word that remains undiscovered, just like his photograph.
Continuing on with the tour the apartment, the narrative dwells on the
indentations made by a pen on the desk that are parts of the past resident’s letters. The
indentations appear to come from two letters, the first written in more formal language
than the other. The more formal letter seems to have been written after the second, and
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need to receive a reply” (14). By stating that a reply is not needed, the writer is cutting off
communication prematurely, due, in part, to his proposed departure from the apartment
that the reader knows will occur. The letter that he has written also mentions the buying
of a magazine, which ties into the lives of a couple who had once lived in the same
apartment. The reader is told that this couple met through a personals advertisement that
appeared in a magazine and “started living together as soon as they met” (16). This
personals advertisement appears later in the story as a pair of bare feet sit at the desk,
which the narrative voice assumes is wondering about “whether it was wise or not to
include a photo” in (33). This trace also still remains in the room as the narrative voice
states, “the years-old magazine that the bare feet had been reading lay open and the light
in the bedroom was turned off” (34). The magazine becomes a symbol of the lost
relationship between the couple as, despite their happy beginning to their relationship,
which is assumed due to the speed to which they got together, the decision on the part of
the nurse’s aid to jump “without hesitation out of the window one November” points to a
reality in which their relationship was not all it appeared to be (16). The reading of the
magazine is then linked to the last media trace, a slipper.
The slipper as a media trace is one of the most difficult of the traces to track as it
is the most mobile of the traces in the apartment. Not only does a slipper exist within the
main apartment of “Towards Marzahn,” appearing “momentarily” and then disappearing,
but it is followed by a conversation between two people who, while one laments the
commonality of her name, the other takes notice first of someone outside calling the
other’s name and then that she has thrown a slipper out the window (28). The remaining
slipper in the apartment is described as “forgotten…covered in dust underneath the

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kitchen window,” is illuminated by the sparks of the firecrackers (28). The slipper that is
discussed in the conversation between the two people is somewhat humorous as it was
thrown in frustration, however, the narrative voice gives no more information as to
whether this is the same slipper that is now beneath the kitchen window. The connection
between the slippers and the magazine is done through the continuous bursting of
fireworks outside which first illuminates the slipper as the light comes “shining through
the kitchen window” and then through the sudden bursting of a firework. The fireworks
bring the narrative back into the apartment, which then focuses on the pair of bare feet
are reading the magazine as already discussed (28).
Interactions between other characters that appear to be happening in the present
are linked in subtle ways and commonly feature the communication of something being
lost. The first interaction that occurs within the text is between two older men, the taller
of whom is looking to rent an apartment. After the taller man expresses his dissatisfaction
with the apartment, the shorter man with “cunning eyebrows” answers that, “Here no one,
no one will disturb you. Even if they were looking for you, they couldn’t find you” (18).
After the taller man is left quite suddenly standing in front of the building by the shorter
man, who asserts that he must go meet an important client, the narrative voice states,
“Even if it was only for a short while, if he rode [the tram] he wouldn’t get lost” (19).
These two quotes contrast the conversation between the two people discussing the
commonality of one of their names, as she always hears her name being called but “it
wasn’t me who they were calling” (28). Instead of being looked for, she describes her
own experience of trying to find the person that is calling her name out in a place where
no one knows who she is. This woman also tells the other person that she becomes

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