Born in Japan, 1974.

In a bedtown south of Tokyo.

I grew up there till I got 19,

Not really knowing what to do in my life.

One day I found a boat and got aboard that

from Yokohama

and that took me to Shang-hai in Spring.

In the unknown city I was alone at all.

1st time in my life

I understood the meaning of the word "alone".

I knew no one, No one knew me.

And that was good.

It was the beginning of my roaming.

I strolled about India in summer.

Varanasi to Delhi, then to Bombai all in a torrid heat.

1st time in my life

I came to know there existed a kind of human being

made by a burning curiosity.

Something happened everyday

before I made something happen.

And that was good.

I took a walk in Africa in Autumn.

Thumbed many lifts, from Kenya to Eritrea.

On my way in Ethiopia,

from in a cargo box of 10 tons truck.

I saw so many dawns and so many dusks.

1st time in my life

I had a solid feeling

that this world was actually beautiful.

I cherished the feeling.

And that was good.

I reached Europe in Winter.

It was cold.

And I was broke.

And I was hungry.

Then I was angry

with what I had no idea.

to be continued,,,,