The 28th day of February had been a public holiday for as long as I could remember. It was a bonus day off after the long spring break – odd but nice.
We were supposed to remember the civilians who were killed by the government for protesting corruption and advocating democracy in 1947, a day now called Peace Memorial Day. But I never knew how to go about it.
Unlike a typhoon day - when I would curl up at home with a bowl of freezer dumplings while the rain lashed against the window - having a day off to commemorate peace rooted in the distant past seemed abstract and superfluous.
