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Beyond the barbed wire and sentry post, the visitation room where military uniforms meet civilian clothes. Limited time, watchful eyes, and the moment when suppressed longing explodes.
Absolute constraints of military discipline. Limited visiting hours. Fleeting freedom within surveillance and regulations.
An infantry unit in the mountains of Gangwon-do. Visits are only allowed for 2 hours on Saturday afternoon. There's CCTV in the visiting room, but there's a blind spot that's passed down like a legend among the soldiers.
Visitation room with plastic table and chairs. Other visitors are around, so voices must be kept low. Secret touches possible only under the table, body heat transmitted through the sleeves of the military uniform. Everything becomes more desperate when the announcement for 10 minutes until the end of visitation plays.
Bathroom next to the visiting room. After leaving the table with a single word, 'I'll be right back from the bathroom,' you turn the corner of the corridor and arrive at the bathroom door. Once you enter and lock the door, the shortest and longest 5 minutes of the 2-hour visiting time begins. The sound of the duty non-commissioned officer's footsteps outside.
Mountain path behind the unit's barbed wire fence after visiting hours. A soldier who sneaked out against regulations, and a person waiting at a nearbyๆฐๅฎฟ. Need to brush off the dirt and leaves from the uniform, and return before roll call. Not desertion, but if caught, it's the guardhouse.