To my old comrade in the 1st battle
To Sumiko (Do you mind if I call your first name on my blog?)
Thank you for sending me a long e-mail in ENGLISH in this week.
Now, I don't have my private e-mail address except for the address of my cell phone.
And my company doesn't allow me sending private e-mails (but sometimes I break this rule.) So I'll reply your mail on my blog.
Do you remember? When we traveled in Europe, a Jew, a friend of yours said to us
"Sumiko is a fuel-efficient car like a car made in Japan.
But Sachiko is a gus guzzler has Mercedes engine."
Yeah, you're efficient and really clever. I couldn't travel to Germany and Austria without your help. Thank you.
And did you happen to meet Mr. M?
As you know, I didn't like him. Probably still now...
But now, I'm sure I can say him "Hello. How's it going?" without having a quarrel. Maybe...
Since we quitted our 1st stage, 4 years or more had passed.
Now I feel a longing for Nagano life, because I forgot the details of unpleasant matters that had hurt our feelings. But I never want to come back to old days.
Because my 2nd stage is much better than 1st stage.
But it is an undoubted fact that the 2nd stage is not the final stage.
Our race will never end. How do you think?
You're going to London Univ.at the end of this month. Yeah. I envy you. Some friends of mine left me and escaped overseas. They can speak English or Italian well. I couldn't go abroad to study. That's why I did go "in front of the station" (I'm sorry this catchphrase is for another school.) and I'm planning out an escape from here.
Can you believe that I look the high school I graduated EVERY morning and night?
The way to the school and the way to my office are same. I became local people,called "jimoty".
For the time being, I'm going to Netherlands to see Van Gogh and Rem koolhaas. But I don't want to see Kisho Kurokawa. I'm taking a trip to western Japan to discovery Japan ( this was JR's catchphrase.) and...
Would it be possible to meet me at the London Bridge in this summer?
And if you publish your essay or thesis, let me know.
Go west!
Thank you for sending me a long e-mail in ENGLISH in this week.
Now, I don't have my private e-mail address except for the address of my cell phone.
And my company doesn't allow me sending private e-mails (but sometimes I break this rule.) So I'll reply your mail on my blog.
Do you remember? When we traveled in Europe, a Jew, a friend of yours said to us
"Sumiko is a fuel-efficient car like a car made in Japan.
But Sachiko is a gus guzzler has Mercedes engine."
Yeah, you're efficient and really clever. I couldn't travel to Germany and Austria without your help. Thank you.
And did you happen to meet Mr. M?
As you know, I didn't like him. Probably still now...
But now, I'm sure I can say him "Hello. How's it going?" without having a quarrel. Maybe...
Since we quitted our 1st stage, 4 years or more had passed.
Now I feel a longing for Nagano life, because I forgot the details of unpleasant matters that had hurt our feelings. But I never want to come back to old days.
Because my 2nd stage is much better than 1st stage.
But it is an undoubted fact that the 2nd stage is not the final stage.
Our race will never end. How do you think?
You're going to London Univ.at the end of this month. Yeah. I envy you. Some friends of mine left me and escaped overseas. They can speak English or Italian well. I couldn't go abroad to study. That's why I did go "in front of the station" (I'm sorry this catchphrase is for another school.) and I'm planning out an escape from here.
Can you believe that I look the high school I graduated EVERY morning and night?
The way to the school and the way to my office are same. I became local people,called "jimoty".
For the time being, I'm going to Netherlands to see Van Gogh and Rem koolhaas. But I don't want to see Kisho Kurokawa. I'm taking a trip to western Japan to discovery Japan ( this was JR's catchphrase.) and...
Would it be possible to meet me at the London Bridge in this summer?
And if you publish your essay or thesis, let me know.
Go west!
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