First published in 1996. Always there are hills in the distance, backed by mountains, wreathed in mist, and always the sound of water. These are the things that have inspired the Korea's poets and artists and haunt the dreams of its exiles. An eastern backbone of sharp mountains has ribs that run westward and from these wooded hills flow the water that trickles through the rice fields. Climatic maps show it to be at the centre of a small area that...