She called. He turned. His face got big.
March 28th, 2013, 10am
It was 12°C with broken clouds. The breeze was light.
“Watanabe-sensei! Watanabe-sensei! Over here!” she projects across the highway in the direction of a narrow blob of khaki and rust, a little fuzzy on top.
I look downwards at nothing of note, look up again. Watanabe-sensei’s big, round welcoming face is upon me. Two long, grey, wisps of hair, crimped by age, sway in sync like backup singers.
Other moments in Tokyo
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Conversations, World Affairs, Culture
"I'm from Libya," he said. I don't know what to say. It's as if he'd told me he'd just come from his father's funeral.
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The first specialty coffee shop in Ikebukuro and Junkudo (bookstore) resonate.
in Tokyo, Japan -
film, edit
Editing is interpreting.
in Tokyo, Japan -
The Riddle of Steel.
in Tokyo, Japan -
Commutes, Cities, Underground
The man stands motionless in a crush of white-shirted salarymen, as they swarm past him, toward the single escalator.
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Reve, japan, Centre commercial piscine
Rêve de centre commercial-piscine
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Urban Nature, birds
Sparrow Noise
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City walks
Birthday walk home
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Dead Letter, Addiction
"Dear Cigarettes"
in Tokyo, Japan