Let us return to the neighborhood I wrote about a few weeks ago, where I found the remnants of a shamanic ritual in one house. It was the first of three shamanic dwellings in the small chunk my wife and I explored on a beautiful, warm day in early October. This redevelopment lies on the side of a hill; along the way, I got a glimpse of what missed exploration opportunities of the area over the last couple of years. I silently kick myself but know I can’t be at eight places at once. We got a few months and at least two more trips before I can move on.
It was a productive first visit; sites that stuck out were the American linoleum floor at one home, and it reminded me of the kitchen floor from the first house I lived in until I was eight. There was an excellent hair shop sign that I pray someone salvaged because it had some outstanding 80s style design. Another highlight was finding mold merging into the abstract floral wallpaper of a Korean War vet’s house.
Finally, this post would not be an on-brand Long Distance Runner without shamanic-related findings or bujeok! After finding the house with a recent shamanic rite, we came across two other former shaman spaces within a 300-meter radius of each other.
Here is Damju-am:
And here are pictures from the unidentified shaman house:
Stay tuned for pictures from our second (and possible future) visits.