Chapter 26: (Self Edited) The People Called Kuran
A few days later, the long-awaited Kura language course day came.
Unlike in the other lectures, there were few people in the classroom. There were the merchant Harold Harrell and Myaro. There were also five other people.
‘It seems there is no other general public. Except Harold.’
‘At this moment, do the people of this country haven’t felt the necessity at all? For starters, there may be no sense of internationalism in the Shanti.’
‘The Kuran is not at the level of black people or white people. In terms of sexual intercourse, since they are at a different level compared to the Shanti where children can’t have it, the idea of diplomacy may never sprout in the first place. Or, since they are having mercantilism diplomacy or perhaps I should say, national isolation for 900 years, the idea of learning foreign language doesn’t exist.’
I sat next to Myaro who had already come to the lecture room.
“Hello.” (Yuri)
I greeted him. Myaro accepted my greeting.
“Hi there.” (Myaro)