He stepped over his gate, and saved them. The four clueless Japanese tourists were in need of help, without any word of English. M offered to listen to their woes, and befriended them. With the art of Japanese language.
To his surprise, they were another bunch of exchange students from Japan.
Again.
And that faint feeling came yet again, upon one of them.
She was interesting, and caught his attention.
The late night Uni-bar, filled with patrons. She needed to get back home, but again, clueless. And what did he do? He dropped her home even though he was dead tired.
Again, he felt lost.
"Why do I go overboard all the time?"There isn't any gain from this.
They were due leaving next week.
One week to spend with.
And he ponders.
I am enjoying how you write. (Yes, it is The Captain here!)
ReplyDeleteHow you unfold your story in simple turns, one detail at a time; how you feelings are slipped between the wrappings, how they matter so much, how you expose your human truth, aspiration, conflict and doubtings too.
Is it a Japanese way? That is my response; my conclusion. And I like it so much!!!
(and I like a great deal about the Japanese way. Fumblingly, erratically, I learn what I can: a little more, a little more, and (for example) I feel SO MUCH SATISFACTION when I manage to say "gochisousama deshita" correctly for the first time, and the sushi man bows...)
Anyway, arigatou!