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Dearest mother,
It's been days. Koyama and I have grown used to each other already, but there are still some complications to my stay here. His cat, Nyanta, is apparently a frequent visitor in my room, and I can't help but throw anything I see at it just to scat. I'm terribly allergic to cats, you know that. Koyama still isn't used to having a new guest around the apartment, and sometimes forgets that I'm even a tenant. One time he entered my room to turn the lights out for the night, thinking no one was inside. I was, in fact, changing out of my clothes, and he caught me down to nothing. He's still apologizing until now.
We eat breakfast in the morning together, and might I say he's a wonderful cook, so there's no trouble in my eating; I eat everything that is on my plate (of course they don't use bowls here, and it's difficult to use a fork and knife instead of chopsticks, but I've gotten used to it).
The rest of the day is normally spent like so: I stay in my room and read, try to learn a bit more about this foreign new language (I learned that sorry is entschuldigung but said as ent-shool-dig-oong, I hear Koyama say it often because of the above incident. What a vulgar language to learn, mother), and occasionally think of what to write to you. On good days, I go out and try to familarize myself with the town.
Koyama mostly stays inside for reasons I dare not ask, but am curious of. I think it's mostly business, he being the superintendent of the apartment, but I can't say for sure. On days I decide to go out and stroll, I pass him in the corridor and find him playing with a young girl of three. One of the tenants.
Other than that, I never really know who he is. He's such a chatty person, but all his stories never really tell me so much who he is, just what kind of life he lives. He's just like a stranger I'm used to living. Don't be alarmed, he's an entirely good and well-mannered stranger, not to mention a childish one. Maybe not a stranger, but an acquaintance. Yes.
I shall write again. Take care of yourself, and of father.
Shigeaki
PS. I'm still waiting. Has Kaede returned? Please continue to send her and her parents my regards.
Dearest mother,
It's been days. Koyama and I have grown used to each other already, but there are still some complications to my stay here. His cat, Nyanta, is apparently a frequent visitor in my room, and I can't help but throw anything I see at it just to scat. I'm terribly allergic to cats, you know that. Koyama still isn't used to having a new guest around the apartment, and sometimes forgets that I'm even a tenant. One time he entered my room to turn the lights out for the night, thinking no one was inside. I was, in fact, changing out of my clothes, and he caught me down to nothing. He's still apologizing until now.
We eat breakfast in the morning together, and might I say he's a wonderful cook, so there's no trouble in my eating; I eat everything that is on my plate (of course they don't use bowls here, and it's difficult to use a fork and knife instead of chopsticks, but I've gotten used to it).
The rest of the day is normally spent like so: I stay in my room and read, try to learn a bit more about this foreign new language (I learned that sorry is entschuldigung but said as ent-shool-dig-oong, I hear Koyama say it often because of the above incident. What a vulgar language to learn, mother), and occasionally think of what to write to you. On good days, I go out and try to familarize myself with the town.
Koyama mostly stays inside for reasons I dare not ask, but am curious of. I think it's mostly business, he being the superintendent of the apartment, but I can't say for sure. On days I decide to go out and stroll, I pass him in the corridor and find him playing with a young girl of three. One of the tenants.
Other than that, I never really know who he is. He's such a chatty person, but all his stories never really tell me so much who he is, just what kind of life he lives. He's just like a stranger I'm used to living. Don't be alarmed, he's an entirely good and well-mannered stranger, not to mention a childish one. Maybe not a stranger, but an acquaintance. Yes.
I shall write again. Take care of yourself, and of father.
Shigeaki
PS. I'm still waiting. Has Kaede returned? Please continue to send her and her parents my regards.