Memories, storm, swimming pool

The beautiful storm that made me a man.

Tokyo — 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 ...