Van Gogh Reborn!

Chapter 21

Chapter 21

We were heading to Amsterdam, Netherlands in order to visit the Van Gogh Museum.

I came to a place called the airport with grandpa, and I couldn't see the sea, let alone a ship.

Where is the ship?

ship?"

Grandpa narrowed his eyebrows and tilted his head.

It doesn't look like we were going by boat.

Are we going in a car?

Thinking back on it, no matter how fast a boat is, it probably won't be as fast as a car.

We are going by airplane.

what is an airplane?

I don't understand what grandpa meant by saying airplane.

It sounds like a mixture of words of air and plane, but I don't understand what it meant.

Anyway, Hun, you must wear that necklace with you when you are in Europe. You should not lose it.

Grandpa told me not to lose the necklace that Aunt Mirae specially made for me.

It is a necklace with my grandfather's name, phone number, and Korean address written in different languages.

It's embarrassing.'

Me getting lost in the Netherlands. 

Thats just impossible.

Even if I get lost, you don't have to worry because I know the language.

Come on, lets go.

While crossing the long passage, huge cars came into view through the glass window.

It's very different from the cars I've seen so far.

It doesn't seem that efficient because there are wings on both sides and the wheels were very small.

Why did they make such a small wheel for such a big car?'

It has a huge front and back and has a considerable height, so it seems that it must have wings to achieve balance.

However, if a lot of people want to ride it, I think it would be much more efficient to use a car called bus.

Ah.'

But once I stepped inside, I understood why people are riding in this inefficient car.

Although my body is small right now, there is still a lot of space left even when I lie down with my legs outstretched.

A wide curtain was used to block my view.

Even a tablet is attached to the front, it can alleviate the boredom of a long journey.

This gigantic car must be a luxury for the wealthy.

The only people in this spacious room are me, my grandpa, and the person who appears to be an employee.

I enjoyed this luxury thanks to grandpa.

Grandpa is going to sleep. How about getting some sleep, Hun?

I want to read this.

I wanted to read the Amsterdam tourist guide book that grandpa gave me.

I will be able to see it with my own eyes in a few weeks, but still I would like to know in advance just how it has changed.

"okay. It will take a long time to reach, so read in moderation and sleep when you feel sleepy.

"Yes."

He seemed tired of waking up early in the morning.

The breathing quickly became quiet.

The first thing I checked when I opened the book was the Van Gogh Museum, which was introduced as one of the important tourist attraction.

It is said to be the museum with the largest number of works in the world by Vincent van Gogh.

In fact, I can't believe it even after reading this book.

I couldn't grow enough to be satisfied about myself, and I had no choice but to see my end because of the paralysis and seizures, which came when I started to draw a decent picture.

The only paintings I've sold up to that point was [The Red Vineyard] and a few accessories. 

There were a few people who cheered me like Theo and Lautrec, but I was just an unknown painter in a small town.

But now there was an art museum for me.

I cant believe it.

The Van Gogh Museum have over 200 oil paintings and 500 drawings, his letters, and collectibles, as well as Van Gogh's masterpieces such as [Wheat field with Crows] and [Sunflowers]. In addition, the works of several artists who lived at the same time are exhibited together.

I decided to live as a painter and painted around 900 pieces in 10 years.

On the verge of death, my body gradually stiffened. 

I felt my death was approaching, so I drew one painting a day. 

I was hasty. 

I wanted to paint a little more. 

Was there anyone who recognized my earnestness at that time?

I had lot of doubts for now, but when I arrive at the Van Gogh Museum, I will know the secret of the Van Gogh Museum'.

By the way. 

Why the hell did they even collect my letters?

I don't understand. 

There were many contents that are embarrassing to be shown to others.

I'm sure there are people who read it all.'

It is useless to worry now.

As I sighed to myself, the plane/car, started to move.

This era has advanced to the extent where large-scale roads are laid for such large cars.

Just as so many things have changed, am I being accepted differently at this time?

Even though I doubt that such a thing is possible, I still had small expectations for it.

Well?'

The view through the window has changed. It started to accelerate rapidly and my field of vision kept increasing little by little.

"Huh?!"

Oh My God.

If my heart were to be weak, then it would have stopped right now.

The car kept moving away from the ground.

Grandpa ! Grandpa !Wake up

In a hurry, I swung my left hand to wake grandpa.

Uh-huh?

This is not the time to sleep! It's floating! It's floating!

Grandpa seemed to be unaware of the dire situation and rubbed his eyes in peace. He looked at the window and smiled blankly.

"Yeah. It's floating."

Then he goes back to sleep again.

There is a degree to being carefree in this serious situation.

Grandpa Grandpa!

"okay. okay. Are you that excited?"

I tried to wake him up again, but Grandpa didn't even open his eyes.

I looked out the window and tried to understand the situation, soon I realized that we were too far from the ground.

I have never been so afraid?

I can no longer see the ground.

I felt like my heart is going to explode

Still, it's the first time I've seen a scene like this.

I felt the numbness in my hips, but ignored it because I'm curious about what the ground will look like from the sky.

I took out my sketchbook and colour pencils.

But I can't draw properly because it shakes so much.

Ko Sooyeol, who woke up from his deep sleep, raised his hand and asked a cup of water.

He yawned profusely and turned to see what his grandson was doing on the plane.

Ko Hun was crouching down, stood up and drew something, then glanced out the window and repeated the same action.

"What are you doing?"

Ko Sooyeol asked, stroking Ho Hun.

Then Ko Hun looked back with a sad face.

Why is our Hun so upset?

He couldn't understand why his grandpa is sleeping comfortably while he tried hard to understand the current situation.

Ko Hun showed him the sketch he had drawn.

It was my first time seeing a landscape from the sky, so I tried to draw it. I've only imagined how it looks like, but this was the first time I've seen it in person. Did you know that the sea is so wide?"

He slept for two to three hours, but when he woke up, he was surprised to see that his grandson had drawn eight sketches in such a short time.

You drew a lot.

Ko Hun glanced out the window again.

He was so scared that he even forgot they had been traveling.

The flight attendant who had just brought water asked for the menu.

Hun, what would you like to eat?

What kind of food is there.?

Ko Hun blinked his big eyes waiting for the answer.

You can choose between Baeksuk or Saengseon .

Ko Hun became confused after hearing flight attendant's recommendation.

What is Baeksuk and what is Saengseon?

Baeksuk is boiled chicken and Saengseon is steamed seafood.

Then lets eat boiled chicken.

Please get us baeksuk.

"all right. Please wait."

When the flight attendant left the seat, Ko Hun asked.

Can you give me a small amount of food?

"Wont you start to feel hungry after sometime.?

Ko Hun nodded his head sideways again and again.

Ko Sooyeol curiously looked at his cute grandson.

Are you are saving food so that it will last until our voyage?

"Yes."

Thats why its so big.

Ko Sooyeol, suddenly understood the reason why his grandson is acting like this.

Eat some rice and sleep. It will take only about eight or nine hours.

Ko Hun blinked his eyes.

Eight or nine hours?

Is it too long?

Ko Sooyeol thought that it would be frustrating for his young grandson to spend half a day in a small space.

Isnt it a month?

A month?

Arent we going to Amsterdam? The other side of the world.

"yes."

Its moving so slow, how do we get there so quickly?

His grandson said while pointing out the window.

"hahahah. We are too far away so it looks slow. Didn't I tell the car to go slow because we can only run at 60 km/h?"

How fast are we now?

Ko Sooyeol said, pointing to the screen opposite.

Isnt it written there?

It was written as a ground speed of 900 km/h.

His grandson tilted his head and looked at the screen suspiciously.

Ko Sooyeol smiled and wiped his grandsons face.

There was a sense of tension in the office of newspaper daily  The Korean Express.

A week ago, the world-famous painter Henry Marceau bought a painting of a 10-year-old boy for 2 million euros.

The Korean Express also reported extensively like other media outlets, but there was a problem with the article.

Editor-in-chief Kim Junyong called senior reporters and shouted at them.

"What happened? I told you to get a follow up interview with Ko Hun.

Editor-in-chief Kim Junyong took off his glasses and his eyes swept everyone's face.

When no one answered, he pointed towards Lee Inho, a senior reporter at The Korean Express.

Lee Inho, please explain.

That. I asked for an interview, but painter Ko Sooyeol refused"

So, you mean that the monthly magazine  Yehwa could do an interview but you couldnt.? So you started copying and writing like ancient times?

Editor-in-chief Kim Junyong's voice grew louder.

"That. Besides that we

"Say that? Are you sane? Why did you copy and process the work that the editor directly ordered without seeing it?"

Im sorry."

Im sorry? Can your sorry take away all the criticizing articles about us out there? Are you crazy!"

No one raised their head until Kim Junyong had finished.

If Is this the number of views? Then the company cant make money, and  you cant get your salary?

Kim Junyong took a deep breath.

Lee Inho.

"Yes." 

I will give you one last chance. Bring the follow-up article to Ko Hun, and take charge of Ko Hun. Do you understand?

I

"What."

I dont know anything about art

Did  you  just  get  out  of college? Is  that  it? Or  Do  you want  to  quit  being  a  journalist ? Does  anyone  here know  about  painting? Is that even a reason!"

Reporter Lee Inho wanted to complain that he is too tight with other things, but when he made an eye contact with editor-in-chief Kim Junyong, he lost the will to resist.

We should get Ko Hun. Dont lose it to someone else, and take care of it by yourself.

"Okay."

Lee Inho had no choice but to answer.

Kim Jun-yong looked around at other reporters and said.

Remember everyone. In the coming days only when the title is plausible, then the number of views will be plentiful. Write articles you can't find anywhere else. If you want money to eat, now go!

"Yes!"

"Get out!"

Reporters left the editor-in-chief's office at the command of editor-in-chief Kim Junyong.

Hah.'

Lee Inho, who came out of the midst of them sighed heavily.

Ko Hun.Where should I go to find him.