One hot summer day, I was 14 and got the idea of going to the swimming pool with a friend. My mother, who would have normally go with me – actually I would go with them – insisted that storm was forecasted and it would be dangerous, nobody was going to the public pool that day. But there I went, with this friend of mine who was more independent than me and who I admired so much. The black clouds caught us in the water, and the drops from the sky started to fall in our already wet hair. Running for shelter I remember how I had dismissed my mother’s advice and how happy I was I did, laughing and running as hard as I could. We passed the rest of the afternoon in the open cafe up the hill with the waiter and some other adventurous couple of boys. I felt so big, so grown up.
Today it started to rain as I was working in my shared office in Tokyo. I looked out over this swimming pool and the smell of chlorine mixed with the scent of rain brought back that 30 year old moment. I felt happy and proud of not having listened to mum. Then and now. Sorry mum, I love you but you are often wrong about what’s best for your kids.
"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.
The first specialty coffee shop in Ikebukuro and Junkudo (bookstore) resonate.
Editing is interpreting.
The Riddle of Steel.
The man stands motionless in a crush of white-shirted salarymen, as they swarm past him, toward the single escalator.
Rêve de centre commercial-piscine
Birthday walk home