![]() ![]() The depth of the silence: that is what I had forgotten about living in Yugiri. The stillness of the mountains awakens me. ![]() In sleep, these broken floes drift towards the morning light of remembrance. Memories I had locked away have begun to break free, like shards of ice fracturing off anĪrctic shelf. Thirty-six years after that morning, I hear his voice again, hollow and resonant. Not on that rain-scratched morning when we first met, nor at any other time. He did not apologise for what his countrymen had done to my sister and me. A decade would pass before I travelled up to I was seventeen years old when my sister first told me about him. Left his home on the rim of the sunrise to come to the central highlands of Malaya. ![]() Not many people would have known of him before the war, but I did. On a mountain above the clouds once lived a man who had been the gardener of the Emperor of Japan. ![]()
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