I’m hardly bothering with what’s going on in pathology lectures, but there’s something important about all the Korean/Jap dramas’ most vital element: cancer. Only with cancer, can we truly cherish a relationship. Only with cancer, will you live at the moment, for the moment. Only with cancer, our eyes are uncovered, letting our soft innate emotions shine through. Only with cancer, will we say “I love you” and mean it.


The Boy in Striped Pajamas is about a patriotic Nazi commander in charge of a concentration camp. Only when his own son wandered into the concentration camp and died in a gas chamber, does he realize it’s not only the death of his son, but also that of all the Jews who died with him. The movie ended with him standing outside the gas chamber, with deathly silence resonating. Then the chillingly-happy theme song plays, as though celebrating the ironic success of his extermination plan.