I recently read Memoirs of a Geisha.
I really liked it, I do not know if I can explain why '. Maybe it's the atmosphere of Japan in those years, the peach trees in bloom, the determination of the protagonist, the sumo wrestlers, the appeal of strong, intelligent women, makeup and kimono, fighting, cruelty, 'devotion, envy, superstition, passion and love.
Kelvin called me today, my former colleague who asked me if they are in town 'because' would meet for coffee ', we arranged to meet after an hour of Rockefeller Center. Kelvin has brought me some sweets in Japan.
spend a couple of hours chatting, tells me of his new job, colleagues, life in Brooklyn, his brother, of all that has happened in the last year since most do not work 'together, I miss Kelvin, was a fantastic colleague, I was glad saw him today.
greets me on the run, hurrying to catch a bus.
"Oh, that the rice must be eaten today or no later than tomorrow! Take care! "
... And what is the rice?
...
Uh-uh mica could run the risk that the rice be spoiled, no?
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