dedalus Posted July 7, 2009 Share Posted July 7, 2009 At the Centraal Station, Amsterdam, she was locked in a row with some beefy boy, blue-uniformed, blond-moustached, very pink and flustered: Kotoba no mondae dessho ka? Yoroshikereba, tsuyaku shimasu node … She looked at me with furious black eyes and in that moment it all began. A small problem with a ticket, easily resolved, then, Why do you speak such good Japanese? It’s not that good, I smiled, I just live there, Well you should learn to speak it better, she said, thanks a lot for the help but you sound like an idiot. That’s because I’m Irish, I said, and then she smiled and said, look, let me buy you a coffee. Things happened. Good old Amsterdam! We’ve been married for twenty-five years here in godawful lovely Nippon and she still says I sound like an idiot, some yokel boy just up from the country, and I still say I’m Irish, it’s true, and she smiles like then and strokes my cheek. Quote Drown your sorrows in drink, by all means, but the real sorrows can swim Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
JoelJosol Posted July 7, 2009 Share Posted July 7, 2009 This is sweet. Nice plot development to shuttle us back and forth from yesterday and today. Quote "Words are not things, and yet they are not non-things either." - Ann Lauterbach Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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