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Riding a Bus in a Castle Town

Riding a Bus in a Castle Town Ö S H I R O T A T S U H I R O As quickly as the figure appeared outside the window of the bus, it was gone, left far behind. At first I wondered if I had seen anyone at all. A momentary vision among the houses that lined the street: "Agarie?" He was gone before I had time to say his name. But then I was certain that it had been him, wearing a shabby shirt, with an open collar and no tie, an old man's alpine hat on his head. I recognized his face. He was waving, holding his right palm next to his ear. The face was of Seishö Agarie: we used to call him by the nickname Small-Eyed Seishö because his eyes were so little and friendly. What I had glimpsed was the aged face of a second-year middle-school student I knew sixty-two years ago. It was bewildering for me to think that this had been the person waving at me. Did he recognize me merely as Eisuke Kobashigawa, his classmate from the First Prefectural Middle School? It was forty years ago that I left Okinawa. It would have been next http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Manoa University of Hawai'I Press

Riding a Bus in a Castle Town

Manoa , Volume 23 (1) – Jun 29, 2011

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Ö S H I R O T A T S U H I R O As quickly as the figure appeared outside the window of the bus, it was gone, left far behind. At first I wondered if I had seen anyone at all. A momentary vision among the houses that lined the street: "Agarie?" He was gone before I had time to say his name. But then I was certain that it had been him, wearing a shabby shirt, with an open collar and no tie, an old man's alpine hat on his head. I recognized his face. He was waving, holding his right palm next to his ear. The face was of Seishö Agarie: we used to call him by the nickname Small-Eyed Seishö because his eyes were so little and friendly. What I had glimpsed was the aged face of a second-year middle-school student I knew sixty-two years ago. It was bewildering for me to think that this had been the person waving at me. Did he recognize me merely as Eisuke Kobashigawa, his classmate from the First Prefectural Middle School? It was forty years ago that I left Okinawa. It would have been next

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Published: Jun 29, 2011

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