digits are pensively flicking the ashes from the cigarette as he notices an unknown silent judgement is scrutinizing his grisly visage from the side . . . the night has swiveled into a violent night; the arduous voyage to foreign country he has never visited before, the series of unreliable resources to find a person he doesn't know whether they do exist or not, &. when he finds him: a pent-up resentment from the unfinished business causes a brawl, despite he pays his partner's father debts
all of it so she can return home, to the place that seemed unreachable for her before, &. unknown for him.
&. it makes him feel stupid, upon realising that home for her is unfamiliar for him; it is unreachable for him from the beginning. what he did comes from righteous intention, &. yet it feels like a derision. the man's shoulders are slumping against the wall outside of the park's toilet, he glances to @tewwor with an equal silence consummating the awkward stance . . . the lack of understanding 'tween their languages is the problem, however, eventually, he fetches cigarette case from his bloodied suit &. offers it to the person,
‘ do you speak english? i'm sorry that i made your job become more difficult, but i am sure you have seen a person getting beaten up in the toilet, right? ’
" are you okay ? " hirayama to johann / from here













