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.”“So she’s going to die soon?”“A few more weeks, perhaps.She’s in terrible pain.Death will release her.”After this, I couldn’t hear their voices any longer; for in my ears I heard a sound like a bird’s wings flapping in panic.Perhaps it was my heart, I don’t know.But if you’ve ever seen a bird trapped inside the great hall of a temple, looking for some way out, well, that was how my mind was reacting.It had never occurred to me that my mother wouldn’t simply go on being sick.I won’t say I’d never wondered what might happen if she should die; I did wonder about it, in the same way I wondered what might happen if our house were swallowed up in an earthquake.There could hardly be life after such an event.“I thought I would die first,” my father was saying.“You’re an old man, Sakamoto-san.But your health is good.You might have four or five years.I’ll leave you some more of those pills for your wife.You can give them to her two at a time, if you need to.”They talked about the pills a bit longer, and then Dr.Miura left.My father went on sitting for a long while in silence, with his back to me.He wore no shirt but only his loose-fitting skin; the more I looked at him, the more he began to seem like just a curious collection of shapes and textures.His spine was a path of knobs.His head, with its discolored splotches, might have been a bruised fruit.His arms were sticks wrapped in old leather, dangling from two bumps.If my mother died, how could I go on living in the house with him? I didn’t want to be away from him; but whether he was there or not, the house would be just as empty when my mother had left it.At last my father said my name in a whisper.I went and knelt beside him.“Something very important,” he said.His face was so much heavier than usual, with his eyes rolling around almost as though he’d lost control of them.I thought he was struggling to tell me my mother would die soon, but all he said was:“Go down to the village.Bring back some incense for the altar.”Our tiny Buddhist altar rested on an old crate beside the entrance to the kitchen; it was the only thing of value in our tipsy house.In front of a rough carving of Amida, the Buddha of the Western Paradise, stood tiny black mortuary tablets bearing the Buddhist names of our dead ancestors.“But, Father.wasn’t there anything else?”I hoped he would reply, but he only made a gesture with his hand that meant for me to leave.* * *The path from our house followed the edge of the sea cliffs before turning inland toward the village.Walking it on a day like this was difficult, but I remember feeling grateful that the fierce wind drew my mind from the things troubling me.The sea was violent, with waves like stones chipped into blades, sharp enough to cut.It seemed to me the world itself was feeling just as I felt.Was life nothing more than a storm that constantly washed away what had been there only a moment before, and left behind something barren and unrecognizable? I’d never had such a thought before.To escape it, I ran down the path until the village came into view below me.Yoroido was a tiny town, just at the opening of an inlet.Usually the water was spotted with fishermen, but today I could see just a few boats coming back—looking to me, as they always did, like water bugs kicking along the surface.The storm was coming in earnest now; I could hear its roar.The fishermen on the inlet began to soften as they disappeared within the curtain of rain, and then they were gone completely.I could see the storm climbing the slope toward me.The first drops hit me like quail eggs, and in a matter of seconds I was as wet as if I’d fallen into the sea.Yoroido had only one road, leading right to the front door of the Japan Coastal Seafood Company; it was lined with a number of houses whose front rooms were used for shops.I ran across the street toward the Okada house, where dry goods were sold; but then something happened to me—one of those trivial things with huge consequences, like losing your step and falling in front of a train.The packed dirt road was slippery in the rain, and my feet went out from under me.I fell forward onto one side of my face.I suppose I must have knocked myself into a daze, because I remember only a kind of numbness and a feeling of something in my mouth I wanted to spit out.I heard voices and felt myself turned onto my back; I was lifted and carried.I could tell they were taking me into the Japan Coastal Seafood Company, because I smelled the odor of fish wrapping itself around me.I heard a slapping sound as they slid a catch of fish from one of the wooden tables onto the floor and laid me on its slimy surface.I knew I was wet from the rain, and bloody too, and that I was barefoot and dirty, and wearing peasant clothing.What I didn’t know was that this was the moment that would change everything.For it was in this condition I found myself looking up into the face of Mr.Tanaka Ichiro.I’d seen Mr.Tanaka in our village many times before.He lived in a much larger town nearby but came every day, for his family owned the Japan Coastal Seafood Company [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]