“I’m good with everything else, but when I think about how I have to get on a plane tomorrow, I feel dizzy again. I’m sleepy yet I can’t sleep.”

“I’m like that too,” Yoonseok said to director Yoon who was sitting next to him.

Director Yoon, someone they met in Brussels, was someone who he got along with very well, whether it came to character or preferences.

“Mr. Yoonseok, can I try holding the trophy?”

“Oh, please, go ahead.”

Yoonseok lifted the case and handed it over to director Yoon. Inside the case was the trophy that was in the shape of a chick that raised its head up high.

“I think it looks cute up close,” said director Yoon.

“But why do you think it is a chick? There are many other animals.”

“I know the answer to that. You see, the Brussels Film Festival began in 1984. Back then, the film festival was not held by the city, but by a small group of locals. The members of that group gathered funds for the film festival, and apparently, someone who was running a chick farm contributed the most to the funds.”

“That’s how the film festival’s symbol became a chick?”

“Supposedly. It also symbolizes potential, but then again, the meaning isn’t that important. Being cute is the best.”

Yoonseok received...