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you." "I'd like that," I said. Midori tore a page from a notebook and drew a detailed map of the way to her place. She used a red pen to make a large X where the house stood. "You can't miss it. There's a big sign: 'Kobayashi Bookshop'. Come at noon. I'll have lunch ready." I thanked her and put the map in my pocket. "I'd better get back to campus now," I said. "My German lecture starts at two." Midori said she had somewhere to go and took the train from Yotsuya. Sunday morning I got up at nine, shaved, did my laundry and hung out the clothes on the roof. It was a beautiful day. The first smell of autumn was in the air. Red dragonflies flitted around the quadrangle, chased by neighbourhood kids swinging nets. With no wind, the Rising Sun flag hung limp on its pole. I put on a freshly ironed shirt and walked from the dorm to the tram stop. A student neighbourhood on a Sunday morning: the streets were dead, virtually empty, most shops closed. What few sounds there were echoed with special clarity. A girl wearing sabots clip-clopped across the asphalt roadway, and next to the tram shelter four or five kids were throwing rocks at a row of empty cans. A florist's was open, so I went in and bought some daffodils. Daffodils in autumn: that was strange. But I had always liked that particular flower. Three old women were the only passengers on the Sunday morning tram. They all looked at me and my flowers. One of them gave me a smile. I smiled back. I sat in the last seat and watched the ancient houses passing close to the window. The tram almost touched the overhanging eaves. The laundry deck of one house had ten potted tomato plants, next to which a big black cat lay stretched out in the sun. In the garden of another house, a little girl was blowing soap bubbles. I heard an Ayumi Ishida song coming from somewhere, and 78
could even catch the smell of curry cooking. The tram snaked its way through this private back-alley world. A few more passengers got on at stops along the way, but the three old women went on talking intently about something, huddled together face-to-face. I got off near Otsuka Station and followed Midori's map down a broad street without much to look at. None of the shops along the way seemed to be doing very well, housed as they were in old buildings with gloomy-looking interiors and faded writing on some of the signs. Judging from the age and style of the buildings, this area had been spared the wartime air raids, leaving whole blocks intact. A few of the places had been entirely rebuilt, but just about all had been enlarged or repaired in places, and it was these additions that tended to look shabbier than the old buildings themselves. The whole atmosphere of the place suggested that most of the original residents had become fed up with the cars, the filthy air, the noise and high rents and moved to the suburbs, leaving only cheap flats and company apartments and hard-to-sell shops and a few stubborn people who clung to old family properties. Everything looked blurred and grimy as though wrapped in a haze of exhaust fumes. Ten minutes' walk down this street brought me to a corner petrol station, where I turned right into a small block of shops, in the middle of which hung the sign for the Kobayashi Bookshop. True, it was not a big shop, but neither was it as small as Midori's description had led me to believe. It was just a typical neighbourhood bookshop, the same kind I used to run to on the very day the boys' comics came out. A nostalgic mood overtook me as I stood in front of the place. The whole front of the shop was sealed off by a big, rolldown metal shutter inscribed with a magazine advertisement: "WEEKLY BUNSHUN SOLD HERE THURSDAYS". I still had 15 minutes before noon, but I didn't want to kill time wandering through the block with a handful of daffodils, so I pressed the doorbell beside 79
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you."<br />
"I'd like that," I said.<br />
Midori tore a page from a notebook and drew a detailed map of the<br />
way to her place. She used a red pen to make a large X where the<br />
house stood.<br />
"You can't miss it. There's a big sign: 'Kobayashi Bookshop'. Come at<br />
noon. I'll have lunch ready."<br />
I thanked her and put the map in my pocket. "I'd better get back to<br />
campus now," I said. "My German lecture starts at two." Midori said<br />
she had somewhere to go and took the train from Yotsuya.<br />
Sunday morning I got up at nine, shaved, did my laundry and hung out<br />
the clothes on the roof. It was a beautiful day. The first smell of<br />
autumn was in the air. Red dragonflies flitted around the quadrangle,<br />
chased by neighbourhood kids swinging nets. With no wind, the<br />
Rising Sun flag hung limp on its pole. I put on a freshly ironed shirt<br />
and walked from the dorm to the tram stop. A student neighbourhood<br />
on a Sunday morning: the streets were dead, virtually empty, most<br />
shops closed. What few sounds there were echoed with special clarity.<br />
A girl wearing sabots clip-clopped across the asphalt roadway, and<br />
next to the tram shelter four or five kids were throwing rocks at a row<br />
of empty cans. A florist's was open, so I went in and bought some<br />
daffodils. Daffodils in autumn: that was strange. But I had always<br />
liked that particular flower.<br />
Three old women were the only passengers on the Sunday morning<br />
tram. They all looked at me and my flowers. One of them gave me a<br />
smile. I smiled back. I sat in the last seat and watched the ancient<br />
houses passing close to the window. The tram almost touched the<br />
overhanging eaves. The laundry deck of one house had ten potted<br />
tomato plants, next to which a big black cat lay stretched out in the<br />
sun. In the garden of another house, a little girl was blowing soap<br />
bubbles. I heard an Ayumi Ishida song coming from somewhere, and<br />
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