November 25, 2008
The Japan girl told me (and I only met her that once) that we all sit under the same stars. It was too deep with me, I didnít know what. I rode my bike to deliver the painting, to have a coffee, to go home again. The Japan girl said "Please don't leave me" and I thought, I might as well stay. It was only three hours until her plane departed. The Japan girl was talking. We both knew that I knew she didnít want to go. She liked it here. She didnít want to be in Russia, people stared.