On the last day of May, I woke up with a siren alarm from a short distance, it was 6:30 am. Outside was the babbling sound of a loudspeaker, probably broadcasting the beginning of the war. Through the window opened wide for the whole night, I could hear the simultaneous alert that the neighborhood's phone makes. The message said 'Immediately prepare for evacuation, help children and the elderly'. With shivering hands, I turned on the radio, and the state of emergency was caused by North Korea's missile attack.

At that moment, all my duties, priorities, actions that could be taken, and the possibility of me and my family's survival flashed before my eye. I had no skills that are essential in an emergency. Nothing. How could I come to have no single survival strategy in the world that could be otherwise? The known world started to tear apart, and the world that I luckily haven't lived in just started to unfold.

After 10 minutes another message showed that the earlier message was a misreport. So I went to work. I would have gone for work regardless of the state. I and my colleagues joked about the wish to be killed at once when something attacks this country. Do we really wish for it? We do not know. Or we cannot know yet.

Emergency alert was so abused during covid era here, resulting in blunt people's attention to it. Crisis became a daily routine, and the definition of crisis has shifted. But in reality, the way sound activates gut feelings remains still primitive. (20230531)