[ WP ] You 've been invited for a weekend trip into North Korea by Kim Jung Un himself , and the rumors were true . North Korea really IS a utopia

The telephone rang. Despite having been the American ambassador to South Korea for most of his life he had never actually experienced all of the country and now he was retired the world was his oyster. The phone continued to ring, he wanted to let it ring so he could get back to his half full glass of whisky on the table and watch city life go by in Seoul. Was the ring louder now or was it just his imagination? His urge to answer it grew stronger, he reasoned that being an important person for all your life had disadvantages too. He walked over and answered. The voice on the other end was low, breathed heavily and spoke with a British English accent from a region he had obviously never been to. *'' Hello? `` * the voice on the other end could have come from either gender with the poor quality of the line. *'' Hello? Can I speak to Walter Smith please?'' *. It seemed more like a man at this point to Walter but he was still unsure of the identity of the caller so he replied simply with, *'' Who is this? `` * 
 
 *'' My name is Kim Jong Un. I am leader of Democratic People's Republic of Korea. You are Walter? `` * his English was pretty awfully pronounced but the distinctive posh tone let him know that it was infact the privately educated leader of the horror story northern Korea. 
 
 *'' Yes. `` * Walter paused realising the utter impossibility of the situation *'' Why are you calling me? `` * 
 
 *'' I am thinking that you have been told many lies about my country'' * 
 
 *'' But what does this have to do with me? `` * 
 
 *'' Well, Walter. I am hoping you come and see the country for yourself to see these lies are lies'' * 
 
 *'' Do I have a choice? `` * 
 
 *'' Not really. I have made a limo outside for you to get in which will take you to a private jet'' * Walter was not overly thrilled about getting into a likely Soviet era jet that had probably not had any maintenance done to it in a long time, but it was an adventure to be had and one that Walter seriously needed. 
 
 So just like that Walter bumped and swore into a runway in the North Korean capital of Pyongyang. The engines whined as if they too regretted the decision to continue to work for such a long time. 
 
 Walter left the plane and saw a sight he had never expected to see. The flowers blew gently in the wind next to perfectly manicured grass there was a reasonable hustle and bustle around him as passengers rushed about to attempt to board their regional flights on small but new aircraft. Not a single child screamed or cried, nobody was shouting or attempting to escape it was perfect. The sun beat down on Walter and he put his sunhat on. 
 
 He was whisked to a hotel where once he had inspected the room and it's ghost white sheets and soft warm duvet he left to explore. The street was busy with what looked like people buying and selling food and other trinkets. Walter brought some North Korean dish he had never seen before and asked how much it cost in his less than perfect Korean *'' 비용은 얼마입니까? `` * where he received the utterly astounding reply in English *'' Everything is free here. Welcome to utopia.'' *. Walter wandered off at this point in a dream-like state of amazement. The buses came and went but Walter stayed sitting at the bus stop watching time go by. 
 
 Then a man in a limo came out and spoke to him `` You may stay here forever at the behest of our glorious leader Kim Jong Un, but you must take a new name Mr. Park Min Min'' and just like that the man in the limo left the newly named Mr Park with a passport and driving license and drove off into the distance. 
 
 
 
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