Map of the Sounds of Tokyo Page #2

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And she felt the heat

of his hand against hers,

which was always cold.

Yes

I wonder what it was that made Ryu

cross the street that night

with a man

whose picture lay in pieces

in her pocket.

Now I know when it was.

It was the first time that

they had laughed together.

That's when it all really began.

You want sticky rice cakes?

Are you sure?

I do not mind

going to buy it for you next door.

Seeing her there so close to me

yet with her thoughts so far

hurt me in a way

difficult to describe.

I never wanted

so desparately

to be somebody else.

Hungry?

What would you like?

Splints hung at the

temple say ...

Give me a son,

a husband,

a bride,

a car, money,

fame, happiness,

health.

None of this appealed to Ryu

that day.

Yoshida-san?

I want to talk with Nagara-san,

if possible.

What happened?

Will he be long in the hospital?

I understand.

Pass on my respects.

Please.

See you soon.

Dad!

Dad!

Dad, look at Midori!

Look at Midori!

Ryu has never told me about

the man,

the man in the wine shop.

But since I knew her

I could see another

sparkle in her eyes.

Only silence

was the same.

We are ignoring

the elephant in the room:

The dollar is in free fall

and the world is collapsing

before our eyes.

We can not ignore

we made a mistake

in commissioning these reports

from an American multinational,

reports which, incidentally,

are obscenely expensive.

I require the board offer

some explanation.

Gondo-san, was at this same table

where, six months ago,

all voted in favor

of the proposal.

The company preparing

the report, Waterholmes

has been doing so

for over ten years

without there having been

complaints.

Another important point is that

this company still has Mr Nagara,

as I imagine Gondo-san knows,

in the Waterholmes report,

is entirely formed

by Japanese nationals.

Not to be disrespectful,

but if we spend a fortune

on a report because we believe

what experts in the market

tell us. then ...

Excuse me.

Nagara-san.

She must have been about seven

when we went

to Ocean Dome in Miyazaki.

Midori was

so happy entering the water,

splashing in her new bathing suit.

She was happy.

Screaming as the waves came.

And suddenly

her face changed completely,

she ran from the water

and sought refuge in her towel.

The trustees are waiting.

On the return trip I asked:

Midori, why are you crying?

were you afraid of the water?

She said:

"No, Dad. I cried ...

because I was too happy

and could not stand it. "

Nagara-san, must rest.

I'll take you home.

If you had told her that you loved her,

everything could have been different.

I've never seen

a smile like that smile.

Like that? How?

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