I was leaving on a trip to run a marathon on the West coast, my first marathon, and my son was wishing me good luck on his pre-school’s doorstep. Nothing abnormal in appearance but I was in shock as he would usually only say these things after we reminded him to. Here, him and I were parting for a few weeks and no cue had been given.
I had just witnessed my son’s first own-willed expression of love and care. It left me speechless, teary eyed and looking forward to my race.
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.
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film, edit
Editing is interpreting.
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The Riddle of Steel.
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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"
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