My father used to own a plot of land, which he donated to the community. This plot of land became a small part of the land which was then used to build the first Nam San. We convinced him to decline the monetary compensation, and in return I was invited to tender to be a vendor in the canteen and I started selling snacks to the pupils ever since. In fact, it was in Nam San that I met my husband, who was a teacher in the school then.
It’s extremely sad that he couldn’t live to see the results of his good deed though; the school was being built around the time of the Japanese Occupation, and the Japanese mistook the clearing as an army camp and bombed the area. My father and some village members were killed in the blast.