“Allegiance to the flag of our country,” as solemn command of Sa-bum-nim, the master of the Taekwon-Do school, reverberates in the ample hall, the children who are uniformly dressed in the flawlessly white suits place their right hands on their left breast and fell the pumping of their hearts. They stand upright. Among the children who wear the same serious looks is me. As soon as I trace back to my childhood, the memories of Teakwon-do loom first, especially the reminiscence of this solemn oath. Every morning, when I got to the school, I had to vow my allegiance to my country. Every time, as my right hand on the chest began to perceive my heart’s robust throb, I felt a passion as strong as my heart’s ceaseless pumping...