Paths of Grandma In Japan between tomorrow and another tomorrow.
"train to Kamikochi."
* Episode 2 of 6.
" I already addressed this problem: it is a logical and not physical change " The sentence was followed by a silence of admiration and even convinced the car of the train suddenly seemed to have lit a light crystalline intelligence.
While people would feel reassured to be any valid claim and that, although devoid of real meaning, was greeted with general satisfaction. It was not necessary to leave the train, charged with new backpacks on their shoulders, arguing loudly in front of a map or be in front, again, an 'other timetable laid only in Japanese. It rattled to the peaceful valley Kamaguchi slipped from the local deity of the western Japanese Alps. Eastern or maybe.
reassured fellow travelers, the engineer plunged in its candy, bought in a supermarket a few minutes before. "It's like eating a cloud " he thought with delight.
"How much is 9400 ?". A dull darkness fell back fast in the car. Roger, all the fourteen year old fashion and shorts, some time between mixed thoughts clearly demanding, wanting to know what corresponded to € 9400 in yen, had eliminated by the application that the parties considered unnecessary. The answer was welded in the laughter and not in numbers, but not impermalosito dome, pointing to his green eyes and angry towards the person who laughed in the most coarse, the one with a body of a monkey and a dickhead , and after he repeated to himself his mantra "I wear light and reason with my myths and my fantasies." went to the threats " for 10 minutes I'll give you even breath ... . The already dense darkness became even more dense, high laughter. Ruggero including the time and opted for the frustration and silence now defeated by directing the eyes on the landscape that was outside slowly.
On the train window the rice rush, the first alternate to cemeteries, then monotonous neighborhoods of small houses with 2 floors. Occasionally a heron rested on a sheet of water, stood by to make sure, slipped the beak in the water, and then, presumably sated, again on a flight ..
The engineer was replacing his Sigma 17 X 70 X 70 with the 200, an objective which the elongated cylinder and he had brought as dowry the nickname "Doomsday . After some shots, his traveling companion, a wordy guy, and afroeuropeo ipertricotico, asked him to make some pictures with his equipment, after weighing all that much of God, and undecided about what to do with the mind of buttons, wheels and written lowercase looking up "How does the machine ?" churches; caustic engineer replied, "You will end inside the eye." Tuttopube point feeling pride, looked at the engineer and motivated to bring the dialectic battle on land most congenial to him "" usually high and dry ... let us have a big race? "retorted. Engineer Altoneen not picked up the challenge and when Tuttopube started so then it was impossible to stop him and the footage was mostly already known, statements like "I do not pants, tonight I am ready "and" Wives and Lovers not put a nigger "had already been recycled several times. A smile of circumstance and the I-pod would have been sufficient.
Grandma Milvia meanwhile, distracted watching the joke of the companions, was completely focused in trying to unravel all those little knots that made that trip a ganglion of emotions without solution; advanced age not help her but he consoled himself with thinking that the clarity was not always in the background. He thought he met in Hiroshima a sunset in August, thought the 1000 cranes Sadako and his eyes moved. She thought of the grace of Tsuwano away where his ears had subsided in the shadow of silence red Torii of 2000.
" However I know that if I win the lottery I do all the gold teeth " The engineer Tuttopube resisted and tried to concentrate again and in vain, the attention to itself.
thought the hills of Nara, a beautiful sunny day, for free and tame deer that his hands were rough and tired octogenarian stroked constantly. He thought the incense penetrating which led into a long meditation on the secret meaning of his modest existence in Todai-ji temple in Kyoto.
" I think if you would be less high cagassi " Tuttopube meanwhile continued the battle with the engineer going to mock the constipation. The grandmother apparently
intestinal immune to other people's events continued to fantasize. Only a slight sense of disgust weighed down his eyes.
* The phrases in italics have been really spoken in Japanese land by real people. The six episodes that make up this little story they want to try to put these measures otherwise scattered and unconnected in a coherent framework. The characters that appear, heavily caricatured, can not and will not therefore have no bearing on reality. In short, my friends, no one will feel offended, except the guy with the monkey's body naturally.
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