When I was young, I always had to pass the hill in Hu-ahm Dong to go to the restaurant Townhouse in the 8th US Army Garrison in Yongsan. It is only later that I found out that the entrance to the US army base behind the Ministry of National Defense building in Hu-ahm Dong was only one of many. But that entrance, to me as a little kid, felt like the only entrance I needed to pass for instantaneous movement in TV cartoons. Everything inside the base was different; it was as if the minute you open the door, you face another country than Korea right away. The greasy food in Townhouse and the video arcade full of American teenagers might have been my first culture shock of childhood. Like that, the US army base remains in my memory as an inexplicable scent of an exotic land.