“I love this country. I love it just because I don’t belong. Because I’m not involved in its traditions, not born under the curse of its history. I feel free here. I’m on my own. Life will be what I make of it.”
I don’t know if I would still wholeheartedly agree with the above, but there was a time when I certainly would have. And it definitely struck a chord when I read it again, this evening, eighteen years to the day I arrived at Itami Airport, to the all-pervading smell of dashi.