I remember a girl I really liked. One time I visited her in Europe. We travelled a beautiful island in Northern Germany. It was so memorable, but I was also feeling a bit sad because I knew we wouldn't be able to see each other too often as I was going to be living 8 …
Recently, while I was looking for some documents, I happened to discover my late grandfather's memoir about World War II written in 1983. He served as an aviation engineer for the Imperial Japanese Navy during the war. Below is an English translation of his handwritten notes. I changed the original Japanese calendar (Showa Era) dates …
I remember my teacher in high school. He was a dean of the drama course I attended. He was a notable playwright and a director in his mid-60s. He was always calm, yet he was very strict about theatre education. Sometimes his directions and interpretations of the drama seemed too pedantic or too metaphorical for …
“Go by yourself”, mom said to me. “Nooo!” I resisted. “I want to go swimming, but not by myself!” It was a beautiful hot summer day in 1993. It seemed to be the best day to be in the water. It was right in the middle of summer vacation, and there were still a couple …
I remember a subtle smile I exchanged with a stranger a few years ago. I was waiting for an elevator at the hospital. I had been diagnosed with herpetic blepharitis a few moments earlier. It caused a severe outbreak of cold sores on all over my face, especially around my eyes. A lot of ugly …
The garden was alive with butterflies, ants, ladybugs and pill bugs. Spiders made huge webs sparkled with dewdrops. Occasionally, praying mantes and cicadas visited the garden as well. After the rain, I often found frogs and slugs, sometimes snails. Warblers and sparrows would sing on the branches of the pine tree. Next to the pine …
"The place I like best in this world is the kitchen." Banana Yoshimoto wrote in her novel Kitchen. In my case, the place I feel most attached to is the garden of my old house. The house which I used to live when I was a kid stood in the middle of a foothill. The …
When I was 17 years old, I wrote my first play. I was a drama course student in high school. Every year senior students put on a show as a final project before graduation. All members of the class, 40 of us, had to be cast in the same show. Also, each one of us …
It’s been almost a year since I lost my grandma. I am writing this anecdote so as not to forget an incident that taught me a good lesson. It happened one night when I was living with her. On the eve of my trip to Okinawa, a beach resort in southern part of Japan. I …
Finding another lift was tough. I talked to 15 people or more, but all of them refused to give me a ride. Most of them showed compassion on me excusing they are heading to other places, but some of them looked at me as if I were a beggar. (Technically, I was a beggar asking …
A Thousand Years 