Chapter 6 THE DIARY OF MR PEO 1937

EXTENSION, AND THE BEAUTY OF THE SEVERAL PASSARS, THAT FEED MENTAL FEEDING FEEDERS.

AND ALWAYS THE MEMORIES OF MY PARENTS COME BRIDGED BY THE FRESH BREEZE DOWN THE MOUNTAIN BELOW, THEY SEEMED TO WANT TO COMFORT ME, WHEN TOUCH MY FACE.

I COULD FEEL THE CARE OF MY MOTHER OF MY FATHER, KISSING ME SOFTLY AND WISHING A GOOD NIGHT, I SLEEPED THERE IN FRONT OF THE LAKE, SHAKING A SMILE, AND SAYING MY FATHER AND MY MOTHER, GOOD NIGHT, IT WAS THE ONLY WITNESS OF MY PAIN AND SAD.

AFTER A YEAR WALKING AS A NAME AND GETTING TO KNOW THE WHOLE MOUNTAIN REGION OF IZUMI, I RETURNED HOME, AND STILL WITH THE ILLUSION OF ARRIVING AND FINDING MY PARENTS WAITING FOR ME, BUT ILLUSION IS NOT REALITY, IT IS ILLUSION AND FACT.

I ENTERED I WENT TO THE CELLAR, TAKE SOME BOTTLES OF WINE, AND STAYED DAYS DRUNKING WITHOUT FEEDING, WITHOUT TAKING A BATH, AND LOCKED AT HOME WITHOUT SEEN THE DAYLIGHT, ALMOST DIED AT THAT TIME.

THE NEIGHBORS OF IZUMI ALWAYS SOLIDARIOS, EVERY DAY HIT THE DOOR AND LEAVE FOOD FOR ME, I PICKED UP FOR EDUCATION AND RESPECT, BUT I DIDN'T EAT THE APPETITE I MISSED,