Time stands still in Choi Min-seok’s room. The desk is strewn with photos and mementoes. Inside his wallet, his mother’s words beckoning him to stay safe and happy can be found. In a small pouch are his ashes, transformed into jade-coloured stones.
At 19, he had dreams of becoming a nurse, once he had completed his compulsory military service. His medical school vest still hangs on the wall.
