The man who took care of the cows in the cow field when I was growing up was a very kind man. He was probably more than 10 times my age, but I always called him, “My friend Ben!” I would get excited when we drove by his house, shouting, “My friend Ben’s house!” Even a couple of years ago, when I was home with EunBong, I couldn’t help but point out his old house to her when we drove along the back roads of Concession.
But before he inherited the herd, his father took care of them, and didn’t have such a reputation for kindness. He would often whip them with sticks until one day the devil stepped out from behind one of the cows and gave him a good whipping!
After that, he never whipped his cows again.