murakami, haruki - Norwegian wood
murakami, haruki - Norwegian wood murakami, haruki - Norwegian wood
We eat freshly picked fruits and vegetables every day. They also serve meat and fish of course, but when you're living here you feel less and less like eating those because the vegetables are so fresh and delicious. Sometimes we go out and gather wild plants and mushrooms. We have experts on that kind of thing (come to think of it, this place is crawling with experts) who tell us which plants to pick and which to avoid. As a result of all this, I've gained over six pounds since I got here. My weight is just about perfect, thanks to the exercise and the good eating on a regular schedule. When we're not farming, we read or listen to music or knit. We don't have TV or radio, but we do have a very decent library with books and records. The record collection has everything from Mahler symphonies to the Beatles, and I'm always borrowing records to listen to in my room. The one real problem with this place is that once you're here you don't want to leave - or you're afraid to leave. As long as we're here, we feel calm and peaceful. Our deformities seem natural. We think we've recovered. But we can never be sure that the outside world will accept us in the same way. My doctor says it's time I began having contact with "outside people" - meaning normal people in the normal world. When he says that, the only face I see is yours. To tell the truth, I don't want to see my parents. They're too upset over me, and seeing them puts me in a bad mood. Plus, there are things I have to explain to you. I'm not sure I can explain them very well, but they're important things I can't go on avoiding any longer. Still, you shouldn't feel that I'm a burden to you. The one thing I don't want to be is a burden to anyone. I can sense the good feelings you have for me. They make me very happy. All I am doing in this letter is trying to convey that happiness to you. Those good feelings of yours are probably just what I need at this point in my life. Please forgive me if anything I've written here upsets you. As I said before, I am a far 106
more flawed human being than you realize. I sometimes wonder: IF you and I had met under absolutely ordinary circumstances, and IF we had liked each other, what would have happened? IF I had been normal and you had been normal (which, of course, you are) and there had been no Kizuki, what would have happened? Of course, this "IF" is way too big. I'm trying hard at least to be fair and honest. It's all I can do at this point. I hope to convey some small part of my feelings to you this way. Unlike an ordinary hospital, this place has free visiting hours. As long as you call the day before, you can come any time. You can even eat with me, and there's a place for you to stay. Please come and see me sometime when it's convenient for you. I look forward to seeing you. I'm enclosing a map. Sorry this turned into such a long letter. I read Naoko's letter all the way through, and then I read it again. After that I went downstairs, bought a Coke from the vending machine, and drank it while reading the letter one more time. I put the seven pages of writing paper back into the envelope and laid it on my desk. My name and address had been written on the pink envelope in perfect, tiny characters that were just a bit too precisely formed for those of a girl. I sat at my desk, studying the envelope. The return address on the back said Ami Hostel. An odd name. I thought about it for a few minutes, concluding that the "ami" must be from the French word for "friend". After putting the letter away in my desk drawer, I changed clothes and went out. I was afraid that if I stayed near the letter I would end up reading it 10, 20, who knew how many times? I walked the streets of Tokyo on Sunday without a destination in mind, as I had always done with Naoko. I wandered from one street to the next, recalling her letter line by line and mulling each sentence over as best I could. When the sun went down, I returned to the dorm and made a long-distance call 107
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We eat freshly picked fruits and vegetables every day. They also serve<br />
meat and fish of course, but when you're living here you feel less and<br />
less like eating those because the vegetables are so fresh and<br />
delicious. Sometimes we go out and gather wild plants and<br />
mushrooms. We have experts on that kind of thing (come to think of<br />
it, this place is crawling with experts) who tell us which plants to pick<br />
and which to avoid. As a result of all this, I've gained over six pounds<br />
since I got here. My weight is just about perfect, thanks to the exercise<br />
and the good eating on a regular schedule.<br />
When we're not farming, we read or listen to music or knit. We don't<br />
have TV or radio, but we do have a very decent library with books and<br />
records. The record collection has everything from Mahler<br />
symphonies to the Beatles, and I'm always borrowing records to listen<br />
to in my room.<br />
The one real problem with this place is that once you're here you don't<br />
want to leave - or you're afraid to leave. As long as we're here, we feel<br />
calm and peaceful. Our deformities seem natural. We think we've<br />
recovered. But we can never be sure that the outside world will accept<br />
us in the same way.<br />
My doctor says it's time I began having contact with "outside people"<br />
- meaning normal people in the normal world. When he says that, the<br />
only face I see is yours. To tell the truth, I don't want to see my<br />
parents. They're too upset over me, and seeing them puts me in a bad<br />
mood. Plus, there are things I have to explain to you. I'm not sure I<br />
can explain them very well, but they're important things I can't go on<br />
avoiding any longer.<br />
Still, you shouldn't feel that I'm a burden to you. The one thing I don't<br />
want to be is a burden to anyone. I can sense the good feelings you<br />
have for me. They make me very happy. All I am doing in this letter is<br />
trying to convey that happiness to you. Those good feelings of yours<br />
are probably just what I need at this point in my life. Please forgive<br />
me if anything I've written here upsets you. As I said before, I am a far<br />
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