Paul Yoon
speaker
490 appearances
2 recordings
2 series
first heard Dec 2025
last heard 1 Jul
Paul Yoon’s voice in public audio — every appearance, attributed to the second.
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The street wasn't well lit, and the hostel reared up so suddenly from the footpath and was so tall and bright that walking past it in the dark felt a little like being in a tugboat bumping along the edge of an ocean liner.
The hostel was next to a park, which in turn was next to a church, and on warm nights, backpackers usually occupied both the park and the churchyard,
in more or less furtive stages of drunkenness, sex, or both.
In my experience, it was impossible to walk past that hostel without thinking of all the fumblings and unzippings of your own young life.
The stubborn grass stains, the greedy crevices, the rueful grimaces when someone's wrist seized up at an awkward angle.
These were my own impressions, of course.
I don't know how Mandy and Roy felt about the hostel, only that they walked past it one night and heard someone crying in the park.
According to Roy, he knew at once that the person crying was a girl, but Mandy was less sure.
There was a depth to the weeping which seemed masculine.
It could even have been the growl of a possum.
Anyway, something about the sound unsettled her enough that when Roy stopped walking, she squeezed his hand and shook her head as if to say that they shouldn't get involved.
But Roy, noble, kingly Roy, squeezed back, gave a reassuring smile, and called out, Hello?
Hello, is anybody there?
The weeper took some time to emerge, but when she did, she was a tall blonde girl in cut-off denim shorts and a baggy tie-dyed t-shirt.
Apparently, she'd been crouching against the wall of the hostel, not far from the footpath, but concealed by a bushy bottle brush.
And the first things that Mandy noticed about her were that her braided hair was dotted with thin red fibers, the stamens of bottle brush flowers, and that she was barefoot.
When Roy told the story, he never mentioned what he'd first noticed about the girl.
Mandy was always quick to say how pretty she was.
I heard her compare the girl to assorted actresses, all of whom had been blonde in at least one major role but otherwise looked nothing alike.
The girl came sobbing up from the bottle brush, wiping her nose with the back of her wrist.
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