At times the journey seems long because there is nothing to do on these roads virtually empty because it is not about to stop anywhere and because the contact with the people is almost impossible.
So for the author, the only way to escape, to forget for a moment the ubiquitous statues of Kim, the countless celebrations in these "Lights of mankind" (always without laughing), the guide 1 which is accompanied (and monitored) by the guide 2 and the guide 3 which serves as chauffeur, the lack of food even in tourist hotels, the graph route, planned stops peeing, it is literature, the books he made provision in his luggage.
He presents a country of pasteboard, rigged (it shows the tourist pretense) but real (there hungry, it also dies, torture in the camps).
If Ubu existed it would be North Korea and call Kim.