Geisha san

One day I went for a walk to Ekimae Building. I found an advertizing poster of a barber's next to a bookshop. It says "The Cut" and "1000 Yen". I thought it was a reasonable price for haircut and decided to get into the establihment. At first I had to buy a ticket from the automat. A young man in the jeans was responsible for my hair trimming. It took only 10 minutes to finish up my baldy head. I thought his work was done. Then he took a vacuum cleaner out and went all over my head to suck up every bit of my hair cut residue. He grinned and said to me, "Wash your hair tonight just in case." Maybe I'll have to visit him next month as my wife gives me a tiny little amount of allowance every month.

When I was living in Minoo, I became kinder to myself and less critical of myself. I became my own friend. I don't chide myself puffing away cigarettes, for not making my bed. I am entitlted to a treat, to be messy. Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until 4 a.m. and sleep until noon? In the Kraoke bar, I'd sing to those wonderful tunes of the 60 and 70's. Since I moved to my apartment in Fukushima-ku, Osaka City. my life has been changed a little bit. My wife comes to me Wednesdays and Fridays. So I have to tidy up the room from time to time. I like taking a walk to Ekimae Dai-2 Building. On the first floor I drop in a bookstore. In the basement there is a coffee shop that serves you a coffee at the price of 150 Yen. I subscribe to Yomiuri Shinbun. The newspaper is much more intellectual than Sankei Shinbun, which I used to read in Minoo. Saturdays I go to German school in Kyoto to learn German. After that I enjoy dinner with my wife an

When I was seven years old, my mother took me to her sister's house in Kyoto during New Year Holidays. We got on a steam locomotive at Tokyo Station. We spread newspapers on the floor, as all seats were occupied. After we passed Yokohma Station, we were able to get the seats. Soon a conducter came along. My mom whispered "Son, behave yourself. Just tell him, that you go to a kindergarten. Got it?" He inspected her ticket and asked me, "Oh, young boy, how old are you?" I answered on the double, "Five". He winked and said, "You're a big healthy boy for that." I took a glimpse of my mother. She suddenly fell asleep. As he left, my mother started stroking my head. Next day I saw my aunt. She kept all kinds of cats in her house. I saw them eating delicious steak on a tatami mat. I had finished my humbe breakfast with rice and fishes. I intentionally stepped on a tail of the cat. My aunt got angry with me. Especially her Kyoto dialect sounded f