Talking Japanese

The first time I saw her she was speaking in a language I barely know. Words spat out of her lips like bullets from a machine gun that I had no choice but to stare at her.

"Sumi masen?" she said. "I mean, excuse, can I help you?"

"Oh I'm sorry. I was just amazed at how well you speak the language."

"It's Japanese."

"I know."

"So you're also into Japanese?"

"No, just Kurosawa."

She proceeded to continue with her lecture and I went back to work. We were just cubicles apart in an office that houses a film festival committee and a language tutoring school. I always thought it was a strange marriage of two vastly different worlds and when she eventually moved into my apartment a few months after our first encounter the difference could not be more evident...

to be continued...


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