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you to one of our sessions if possible, and the doctor was in favour of<br />

it, but Naoko was against it. I can tell you exactly what her reason<br />

was: "I want my body to be clean of all this when I meet him." That<br />

was not the problem, I said to her; the problem was to get her well as<br />

quickly as possible, and I pushed as hard as I could, but she wouldn't<br />

change her mind.<br />

I think I once explained to you that this is not a specialized hospital.<br />

We do have medical specialists here, of course, and they provide<br />

effective treatments, but concentrated therapy is another matter. The<br />

point of this place is to create an effective environment in which the<br />

patient can treat herself or himself, and that does not, properly<br />

speaking, include medical treatment. Which means that if Naoko's<br />

condition grows any worse, they will probably have to transfer her to<br />

some other hospital or medical facility or what have you. Personally, I<br />

would find this very painful, but we would have to do it. That isn't to<br />

say that she couldn't come back here for treatment on a kind of<br />

temporary "leave of absence". Or, better yet, she could even be cured<br />

and finish with hospitals completely. In any case, we're doing<br />

everything we can, and Naoko is doing everything she can. The best<br />

thing you can do meanwhile is hope for her recovery and keep sending<br />

her those letters.<br />

It was dated 31 March. After I had read it, I stayed on the porch and<br />

let my eyes wander out to the garden, full now with the freshness of<br />

spring. An old cherry tree stood there, its blossoms nearing the height<br />

of their glory. A soft breeze blew, and the light of day lent its<br />

strangely blurred, smoky colours to everything. Seagull wandered<br />

over from somewhere, and after scratching at the boards of the<br />

veranda for a while, she stretched out next to me and fell asleep.<br />

I knew I should be doing some serious thinking, but I had no idea how<br />

to go about it. And, to tell the truth, thinking was the last thing I<br />

wanted to do. The time would come soon enough when I had no<br />

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