Aya Tamura:
I thought you were the type who could never leave Tokyo.
Noriko Mamiya:
Why?
Aya Tamura:
I imagined you'd live Western-style, with a flower garden, listening to Chopin. In your tiled kitchen, you'd have a refrigerator filled with Coca-Cola. I thought you'd be a housewife in a house like that. When I'd visit, you'd meet me on a covered porch, wearing a white sweater, with a terrier in tow, and you'd greet me over a picket fence, "Hellow, how are you?"
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05/03/2025 alle ore 07:21