Haruki Murakami - Kafka on the Shore

"Incredible you were able to get this far."

"Many people were kind enough to help me. You're one of them, Mr. Hoshino. I don't know how to thank you."

"That must be tough, though, not being able to read. My grandad was pretty senile, but he could still read well enough."

"I'm especially dumb."

"Is everybody in your family like that?"

"No, they aren't. My older brother is a depart mint head at a place called Itoh-chew, and my younger brother works at an office called Em-i-tee-i."

"Wow," Hoshino said. "Pretty elite bunch. So you're the only one who's a bit off, huh?"

"Yes, Nakata's the only one who had an accident and isn't bright. That's why I'm always being told not to go out too much and cause any trouble for my brothers, nieces, and nephews."

"Yeah, I guess most people would find it kind of awkward to have someone like you show up."

"I don't understand difficult things, but I know that as long as I stay in Nakano Ward I don't get lost. The Governor helped me out, and I got along well with cats. Once a month I got my hair cut and every once in a while I'd eat eel. But after Johnnie Walker, Nakata couldn't stay in Nakano anymore."

"Johnnie Walker?"

"That's right. He has boots and a tall black hat, and a vest and walking stick. He collects cats to get their souls."

"You don't say…," Hoshino said. "I don't have much patience with long stories. So anyway, something happened and you left Nakano, right?"

"That's right. I left Nakano."

"So where are you headed?"

"Nakata doesn't know yet. But after we got here I knew I had to go across a bridge. A big bridge near here."

"Ah, so you're going to Shikoku."

"I'm very sorry, Mr. Hoshino, but I don't know geography very well. If you go over the bridge are you in Shikoku?"

"Yeah. If you're talking about a big bridge around here, that's the one to Shikoku. There're three of them, actually. One goes from Kobe to Awaji Island, then on to Tokushima. Another goes from below Kurashiki over to Sakaide. And one connects Onomichi and Imabari. One bridge would've been plenty, but politicians stuck their noses into it and they wound up with three. Typical pork-barrel projects." Hoshino poured out some water onto the resin tabletop and drew an abbreviated map of Japan with his finger, indicating the three bridges connecting Honshu and Shikoku.

"Are these bridges really big?" Nakata asked.

"They're huge."

"Is that right? Anyway, Nakata's going to cross over one of them. Probably whichever one is closest. I'll figure out what to do after that later on."

"So what you're saying is you don't have any friends or anybody where you're headed?"

"No, Nakata doesn't know anybody there."

"You're just going to cross the bridge to Shikoku and then go somewhere else."

"That's right."

"And you don't know where that somewhere is."

"I have no idea. But I think I'll know it when I get there."

"Jeez," Hoshino said. He brushed back his hair, gave his ponytail a tug, and put on his Chunichi Dragons cap.

Their food was served, and they started eating.

"Pretty good omelette, huh?" Hoshino asked.

"Yes, it's very good. It tastes different from the omelettes I always eat in Nakano."

"That's 'cause it's Kansai style. Not at all like those tasteless flat things that pass as omelettes in Tokyo."

The two of them then silently enjoyed their meal, the omelettes, salt-grilled mackerel, miso soup with shellfish, pickled turnips, seasoned spinach, seaweed. They didn't leave a grain of rice. Nakata made sure to chew each bite thirty-two times, so it took quite a while for him to finish.

"Get enough, Mr. Nakata?"

"Yes, plenty. How about you, Mr. Hoshino?"

"Even me, I'm stuffed. Perks up the old spirits, doesn't it, to have such a great breakfast?"

"Yes, it certainly does."

"How 'bout it? Gotta take a dump?"

"Now that you mention it, I do feel like it."

"Go right ahead. Toilet's over there."

"What about you, Mr. Hoshino?"

"I'll go later on. Take my time about it."

"Thank you. Nakata will go take a dump, then."

"Hey, not so loud. People are still eating here."

"I'm sorry. Nakata's not very bright."

"Never mind. Just go."

"Do you mind if I brush my teeth, too?"

"No, go ahead. We got time. Do whatever you want. Tell you what, I don't think you'll be needing that umbrella. You're just going to the toilet, right?"

"All right. I'll leave the umbrella."

When Nakata came back from the toilet Hoshino had already paid their bill.

"Mr. Hoshino, I have money with me, so please let me at least pay for breakfast."

Hoshino shook his head. "It's okay. I owe my grandpa big time. Back then I was kind of wild."

"I see. But I'm not your grandfather."

"That's my problem, so don't worry about it. No arguments, okay? Just let me treat you."

After a moment's thought Nakata decided to accept the young man's generosity. "Thank you so much then. It was a wonderful meal."

"Hey, it's just some mackerel and omelettes at a nothing little diner. No need to bow like that."

"But you know, Mr. Hoshino, ever since Nakata left Nakano Ward everyone's been so nice to me I haven't had to use hardly any money at all."

"Sweet," Hoshino said, impressed.

Nakata had a waitress fill his little thermos with hot tea, then he carefully replaced it in his bag. Walking back to where the truck was parked, Hoshino said, "So, about this going to Shikoku thing…"

"Yes?" Nakata replied.

"Why do you want to go there?"

"I don't know."

"You don't know why you're going, or even where you're going. But you've still got to go to Shikoku?"

"That's right. Nakata's going to cross a big bridge."

"Things'll be clearer once you're on the other side?"

"I think so. I won't know anything until I cross the bridge."

"Hmm," Hoshino said. "So crossing that bridge is very important."

"Yes, that's more important than anything."

"Man alive," Hoshino said, scratching his head.

The young man had to drive his truck over to the warehouse to deliver his load of furniture, so he told Nakata to wait for him at a small park near the harbor.

"Don't move from here, okay?" Hoshino cautioned him. "There's a restroom over there, and a water fountain. You got everything you need. If you wander off somewhere, you might not find your way back."

"I understand. I'm not in Nakano Ward anymore."

"Exactly. This isn't Nakano. So sit tight, and I'll be back real soon."

"All right. I'll stay right here."

"Good. I'll be back as soon as I finish my delivery."

Nakata did as he was told, not moving from the bench, not even to use the restroom. He didn't find staying put in one place for a long time very hard. Sitting still, in fact, was his specialty.

He could see the sea from where he sat. This he hadn't seen for a long, long time. When he was little, he and his family had gone to the seaside any number of times. He'd put on trunks, splash around on the shore, gather seashells at low tide. But these memories weren't clear. It was like this had taken place in another world. Since then, he couldn't recall seeing the sea even once.

After the strange incident in the hills of Yamanashi, Nakata went back to school in Tokyo. He'd regained consciousness and physically was fine, but his memory had been wiped clean, and he never regained the ability to read and write. He couldn't read his school textbooks, and couldn't take any tests. All the knowledge he'd gained up till then had vanished, as had the ability, to a great extent, to think in abstract terms. Still, they let him graduate. He couldn't follow what was being taught, and instead sat quietly in a corner of the classroom. When the teacher told him to do something, he followed her instructions to the letter. He didn't bother anyone, so teachers tended to forget he was even there. He was more like a guest sitting in than a burden.