The one who have brought me into exposure to Arakawa Shusaku was Ota Takako, the previous mama-san of Pooh-san, that famous pub in Shinjuku's Golden Gai district. Plus the one who launched me to Pooh-san's proprietress was non-e other than Okamoto Taro. Okamoto-san brought me personally to this little pub, using a counter to get no more than 4 or 5 people and some chairs and tables resistant to the wall.
"She's like you. Women in in whose big-hearted occurrence you can seriously relax, " he explained. And presently there she was, alone behind the counter in front of me personally, gallantly practicing her job. Petite, with neatly coiffed hair, Ota-san wore a great indigo kasuri kimono with a crisply folded away collar. Unlike her cute, compact confront, her tone was sexy and husky. With a carefree air, the lady told us of customers arriving the front door, having their very own drink, and leaving out the back without paying.
Ota-san and I got along right from the start and also have known the other person more than 60 years. 2 years younger than me, the lady closed the bar in her mid-seventies, and is also now living a dream life in a luxurious nursing home.
Once, when ever talking about outdated romances, she said, "When Arakawa Shusaku was young, he caught to me just like glue. All of us went almost everywhere together. " "You mean Arawkawa-san, the genius painter? " I asked. Ota-san explained, "A professional? Really? Very well, he was quite unusual. " She explained of when he came in one night, seated drinking by itself until final time and after that followed her home like it was the natural thing to do. At that time, Shusaku-san had left his hometown of Nagoya to visit Tokyo and study by Musashino Skill University. Twelve years more aged than he was, Mama-san must have been thirty-two or three, in the prime of womanhood. If he later fallen out of university, I'm...
... building in magazines and newspapers.
Lately, Arakawa-san have been sending myself gleeful information about tourists from academia and the advertising who located our a friendly relationship curious. "What is the romance between you two? " that they ask. This individual informs me personally, in exciting handwritten faxes from Nyc, of his recent tasks, about people to his studio room, and those who want to set the record right about "us. " In the long run, I decided not to buy the Mitaka apartment.
I actually received expression that on May 19, the man who was not supposed to perish had all of a sudden passed away. I used to be too shocked to cry. He believed in eternal life, thought fatality was unlawful, and even installed the exhibit: Funeral for Bioengineering to never to Perish. As my thoughts went blank, I appeared to hear a laughing, seventy-three year old Arakawa-san: "I'm not dead. You believe I'd expire? I'm simply hiding to a while…"