4.5 but only because it took me quite a while to get into the story.

Every time i read about comfort women my heart simultaneously breaks and fills with anger. One of my favourite memories comes from the day I visited the Comfort Women Museum in Seoul on a rainy day, the only person there. I do believe in ghosts and energies and things left behind, and to this day I never felt a deep pain and as burning anger tangible as I felt that day sitting alone in that museum, surrounded by the stories of these women.

I hope one day they will be able to rest in peace. Until then, please keep hunting us until the whole world knows what happened to you and apologises to you.