The time to escape did come! He had been waiting for it for several months. Taking advantage of the careless of the guards, he dipped himself in water while the prisoners were passing across the stream to go back to the camp after an exhausting working day in the field. The first part of his plan went exactly as desired.
             Being sure they went far enough, he quickly jumped out of the stream and headed for the woods.
             He knew there was a highway nearby so that he could hitchhike to go to the coast where he could easily find a boat and escape farther.
             It was almost midnight. He had been going about five miles, but found nothing. The cold night wind touched him, increasing his nervousness. He looked back again to make sure that nobody followed him.
             In a nearby small village flickered some candlelight. Cautiously, he went around the village, trying not to make any noises. Suddenly, a farmer's dog sensed him from a distance and began to bark, then followed the other dogs in the village. He was very upset but could do nothing. Some farmers came out of their houses to see what happened. Seeing nothing, they spoke harshly to their dogs, and then returned to their houses. He signed a deep sign of relief and carefully went away.
             By dawn he still did not see the highway. He felt a little pan iced. However, as inhaling the fresh air, listening to the birds, looking up the broad blue sky, he felt more comfortable. Freedom was really precious! There was a stream nearby. He wanted to take a bath. Being a son of a fisherman, he had swum very well since he was a kid. Fresh water reminded him of the days he had lived with his lovely wife and son in a fishing village on the coast of Yellow Sea. Because he was a patriotic Manchurian who had protested the assimilation of the Japanese on his people, the Japanese put him in jail. He had left his wife and son in his home village. Thinking of the day he could re-unite them, he smiled a
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