Time Mansour - Chapter 19



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Episode 19: Rabbit to the Moon Village

-The kids go to school~

-Pinocchio heads to the stage~

Red Blue’s song flowing from the speakers seeps through the soundproof wall.

Knock knock. Knock knock.

Time melts away with the sound of typing.

A drop of sweat forms on my forehead and falls down onto my smile.

‘That’s fun.’

Have you ever typed on your keyboard while laughing?

The corners of the mouth go up.

Wrinkles appear around the eyes.

“Screen interaction. Screen interaction.”

I quickly skimmed through the Nike manual, muttering.

Front-end development.

Since it is an unfamiliar task, I check the manual carefully several times while coding.

After laughing and typing on the keyboard for a while,

By the time the work was almost finished, my back was soaked with sweat.

[IT Problem Solver at Noon]

A homepage with a crude design appears on the computer monitor.

The first homepage I made on my own.

Even when I wrote more complex source code, I didn’t feel any emotion.

I just created a homepage.

I don’t know why I feel so proud.

‘Okay. Let’s just do some promotion and wrap things up.’

With that in mind, I logged into the Macbook developer community that I often visited.

To a technology sharing community where foreign developers are mainly active.

-Change the name of the availability zone where the container runs

I posted a technology sharing post.

I uploaded a work plan that I had previously experienced.

It’s a kind of self-introduction.

Because from the beginning, this post was uploaded for promotional purposes rather than to share technology.

I added a brief introduction with a link to the homepage at the end of the article.

-IT problem solver at noon.

-Virtualization, development, network, server, storage, cloud, data, etc. We solve IT tasks that can be handled remotely.

-Please send us your stories~

So at the end, I wrote a short promotional text.

widely.

I pressed enter.

after.

A sigh escapes my mouth.

Half excitement, half fear.

My heart starts pounding a little with a strange feeling I’ve never experienced before.

**

-My wife’s friend is coming, so I have to leave the house on October 3rd.

A promise was made with Changseok’s message.

October 3rd.

It’s a red day.

I check the map only after I get out of the subway exit.

Scroll up the message to find the meeting place.

After going around in circles a few times like that, I finally put my phone in my pocket.

I started to search the surrounding buildings with my eyes.

Dongdaemun. Hongdae. Gangnam. Itaewon.

I’ve never seen it in the same place before.

As we grew older, we all scattered around the Seoul area.

Let’s meet at a place a little closer to each other’s house.

The location changes every time because of the strange war of nerves.

As I was wandering around in such an unfamiliar place, I ended up being a little late for our appointment.

“Sorry. I’m sorry.”

As soon as I entered the cafe, I raised my hand and started embroidering.

“Oh, Youngjun is here. Take a seat first. You take some time off this weekend too.”

“Why? What is it?”

“From now on, we have to practice ensemble for two hours every week.”

concert?

suddenly?

What are you talking about?

Are you all still in a band?

I tilted my head and asked, since I had never heard anything like it before.

“Are you guys still in a band?”

“Will you do it? If you do it this time, it’ll be season 12. No, 13..”

“I kept repeating what I started and stopped doing.”

“But it’s been more than five years since the last season.”

The children all shook their heads from side to side.

“It’s noisy. Youngjun has joined too. Now we’re really complete. Everyone, please clear your weekends for the time being. This is important.”

Then Seongtae secretly puts his hand on my shoulder.

Now that I think about it, it was Seongtae who first created the band.

He heard that I play the piano a little, so he came to our class without thinking.

Be my colleague.

A boy from the class next door, whom I was seeing for the first time, pointed at me.

At that time, I thought to myself.

“Is he crazy?”

Myung-gyu speaks out the thoughts I had kept in my mind at that time.

“Oh my. I don’t have time to look after the kids. What kind of band is this?”

Changseok’s child just turned one year old.

My wife’s maternity leave will be over soon.

“Impossible. I smoke two packs of cigarettes a day these days.”

Then, the vocalist, Gukyoung, takes out a cigarette and cries.

Miss. Speaking of cigarettes, I feel like having another one. Hey. Let’s have another one. He says that and naturally gets up from his seat.

So, he tried to run away to the smoking room, leaving Seongtae and me, who were non-smokers, behind.

“Wait a minute. I have a reason. It’s urgent. Everyone, sit down first.”

I sit back down awkwardly at Seongtae’s serious expression.

“What is it?”

“Do you remember Wolgye Temple?”

Everyone nodded to Seongtae’s words. It was a temple next to our middle school.

But even when I tried to recall, it wasn’t a place that I had any special memories of.

“There’s an event going on there.”

“What? You?”

“no.”

“Then… us?”

“uh.”

Are you crazy? Are you a dorai? The four of us said the same line at the same time.

I booked an event with a band that doesn’t exist.

“They said it was a 400th anniversary concert. They thought it would be meaningful if we came.”

Seongtae keeps scratching his head in embarrassment.

“What the hell are you talking about? How would the temple know about us?”

“We performed a bit in that neighborhood. The head priest there still remembers our songs.”

ah!

Only after hearing Seongtae’s words did a song title cross my mind.

“Oseam?”

“Oh. That’s right. That monk recognized my face… and when I went to set up the equipment, he grabbed my hand and told me to come back. Oh, dear. I nodded without realizing it.”

It wasn’t a great band.

No. It was bad.

We knew better ourselves.

That’s why I couldn’t refuse anymore.

Someone still.

Because you remember our insignificant music.

There was silence at the table for a moment.

“I can do it. I’m unemployed anyway.”

I raised my hand first. Oh. I guess I should quit smoking for a while. Guk-young followed suit and raised his hand, then lowered it.

So everyone raises their hands, giving various reasons.

Only then did Seongtae’s expression slowly brighten.

**

bang.

As soon as I got home, I opened the door to my sister’s room.

I think Seongtae’s impatient illness has spread to me.

After roughly connecting the keyboard cables, I open the sheet music that Seongtae sent me on my phone.

Oseam – Rabbit in the moon village

-The temple is quiet at night. Sometimes a broken syringe gnashes your teeth.

-Under the layers of blankets, I hear a sneeze.

-Put a hose in your nose. Sniff the scent.

-By gaining early enlightenment, I comfort the smile of the child who has departed for paradise.

-The lotus flower has bloomed. The lotus flower has bloomed.

Sigh.

As I read the lyrics, I couldn’t help but laugh.

It was the rebellious spirit of a teenage boy.

I wanted to play the piano, so I started going to church every weekend.

“After I joined the band, I started going to church less and less.”

Because there was a keyboard in the spare room anyway.

There was no need to go to church anymore.

‘I had a huge fight with the principal back then. Oh my.’

Thanks to that, I ended up writing some lyrics that had a different religious tone for no reason.

It was my own timid rebellion.

.So the monk must have been interested.

Because the lyrics had a strong Buddhist theme.

I must have looked at it again for no reason.

‘I don’t know what the real world is like.’

Because of the clumsy rebelliousness of adolescence.

Standing on stage at the age of 35.

He nods his head and taps the keyboard.

A song with a nasal sound

I didn’t feel too bad.

**

I came out to the living room.

I open my sister’s door and come out.

‘Is there anything to eat?’

I’m rummaging around inside the fridge and freezer with the doors open at the same time.

-Jiiiiiiiiwiwiwingwing.

The vibration coming from my phone was ominous.

It’s a Mace Book Messenger app.

You’re saying the kiss is already here?

The plan was to increase awareness by consistently posting technology sharing articles on the bulletin board.

I didn’t think I would get a call right away from the beginning.

The posts I made were of little use.

A way to demonstrate performance only in limited circumstances.

‘Change the name of the availability zone where the container runs.’

The official manual was to originally bring down the server and do a backup.

If you want to change the name, you have to delete it, create a new one, and reinstall it.

My method, on the other hand, allowed me to rename availability zones live without taking down the servers.

A method I found in exchange for the Chuseok holiday the year before last.

At first glance it looks great.

but.

“It’s not even a container name. There’s no need to change the name of the availability zone.”

There wasn’t much to write about.

Still, it was a novel method enough for the White Soft Global Team to look at my report and use it as a reference.

Did you contact me because you liked the idea?

Did the Silicon Valley guys admire my fresh perspective?

I checked the message with a slightly excited heart.

-Hello. I’m a fifth grader who wants to be an idol. But my mom said I can’t because I’m ugly. I don’t want to take coding classes after school. If you could tell me about this, I’d appreciate it.

I thought I had received the wrong message, so I scanned the short text up and down several times.

“···”

Use it.

This is my first customer···

Is that right?

clearly.

I posted in English on the Macbook community, which is mainly comprised of foreign developers.

I was waiting to hear from the sweaty Silicon Valley engineers.

-I would appreciate it if you could let me know.

A very sweet message arrived.

The homework is also a very simple code.

I was debating whether I should reply to this or not.

-Where did you see this and contact me?

I couldn’t stand my curiosity any longer, so I ended up pressing the send button.