The Blue and White Fan
I was carrying a fan around during a hot summer. It was a common fan, nothing special. On a hot and steamy sunny afternoon, it suddenly came to life because it carried along a story and a visual representation. It opened a window to a forbidden world.
I feel the hot humid air in Tokyo. We are walking in one of the biggest public parks in the city. It is August. Behind the trees of the huge park, there are the sky scrapers watching over all of us. A pond, the usual bridge.
A much bigger scale than what we were already used to, by the usual Japanese gardens. I thought it was enough for a lifetime. I was wrong. I am nostalgic. Maybe it is simply because Japan has this effect on people. No matter what you think about when you are there for the first or second time.