Suddenly, to the accompaniment of loud brass music, soldiers started marching and filling the square. I took a look back at the balcony where Kim Jong-il was supposed to be seated. I spotted him and to his left was his son, Kim Jong-un. Using my long lens, I kept shooting for a while. It wasn’t a great angle, but I didn’t have time to move. At one point, Kim Jong-il took a quick, stern look towards his son. Snap! I knew this was the shot I needed.
