(no subject)
007
Dearest mother,
How are you? How is father? I have finally arrived at my destination, and now we are on our way to Berlin in few days notice. By we, I mean I myself, and my companion Koyama Keiichiro. He's Japanese, and apparently his father is in business with my father, which is good for me in a way, so that I can easily make my way around this new foreign world (so send my regards to father for that good gesture). He's a good man, however the thing is he has this undying perseverance and desire to know about me, it's rather making things awkward between us.
He's been living in Germany two years before the last war began, and it's been tough, he says. Koyama is three years older than I am, slightly taller if not the same height. He has also has this way of speaking, I'm not sure how to tell you, but I assure you his voice doesn't sound like that of a 24-year-old man. Not that it bothers me for a thousand reasons, but it's more than often noticeable, especially when he tries to make conversations for no particular reason, which is quite often. He speaks of owning a cat in his apartment in Berlin, and I'm rather nervous for as you know, I'm allergic to cats. I don't know how to deal with that, and I haven't told him yet. One very particular thing that I've noticed about him (and I'm sure you will too when you come face to face with him one day) is the presence--or lack thereof--the lines in his eyelids. He stands out like that, let me tell you, mother.
I could describe to you this man I'm going to be traveling with for the next months in lengthy letters, but the constant movement around Hamburg makes me nauseous and unable to write properly. Until my next letter again.
Shigeaki
PS. Are there any news about Kaede? How are her parents coping? Please send them my regards.
Dearest mother,
How are you? How is father? I have finally arrived at my destination, and now we are on our way to Berlin in few days notice. By we, I mean I myself, and my companion Koyama Keiichiro. He's Japanese, and apparently his father is in business with my father, which is good for me in a way, so that I can easily make my way around this new foreign world (so send my regards to father for that good gesture). He's a good man, however the thing is he has this undying perseverance and desire to know about me, it's rather making things awkward between us.
He's been living in Germany two years before the last war began, and it's been tough, he says. Koyama is three years older than I am, slightly taller if not the same height. He has also has this way of speaking, I'm not sure how to tell you, but I assure you his voice doesn't sound like that of a 24-year-old man. Not that it bothers me for a thousand reasons, but it's more than often noticeable, especially when he tries to make conversations for no particular reason, which is quite often. He speaks of owning a cat in his apartment in Berlin, and I'm rather nervous for as you know, I'm allergic to cats. I don't know how to deal with that, and I haven't told him yet. One very particular thing that I've noticed about him (and I'm sure you will too when you come face to face with him one day) is the presence--or lack thereof--the lines in his eyelids. He stands out like that, let me tell you, mother.
I could describe to you this man I'm going to be traveling with for the next months in lengthy letters, but the constant movement around Hamburg makes me nauseous and unable to write properly. Until my next letter again.
Shigeaki
PS. Are there any news about Kaede? How are her parents coping? Please send them my regards.