Some time ago I was browsing through my bookshelf to find something to read on my way to the office. I picked a book that I borrowed from my parents years ago. It`s a title by Christa Wolf, a famous german writer; “Accident: A Day`s News”. The title didn`t ring a bell so I just grabbed it and put it in my bag.
When I started reading on the train I was immediately sucked into the flow of the narrator’s stream of thoughts. [view more]
I was raised with a Japanese grandmother, Akiko. Though not my actual grandmother, she still felt closer to me than my maternal one. I felt a spiritual linkage with her that I never had with my New Zealand grandmother. I loved both dearly but felt calmer and more supported by Akiko. [read more]
Steve and I were a little drunk and the late morning, Hawaiian sun was promising fierce judgment. Kalakaua Avenue was lightly trodden for a Tuesday morning, mostly Japanese tourists, since it was cheaper for them to fly to Hawaii for events like weddings and parties than it was to host them in Japan, because of the price of real estate apparently. [read more]