Crisis of loyalty

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When my relocation was announced a couple of months before my move, the men started to warn me of becoming “acchi no hito” – “a person on the other side.” […]

Stumbling start

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I arrived in rainy Germany. It had only been a month since the last visit, but the day had much shortened, and the heatwave was a long-gone memory. I didn’t […]

September 2005

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September 2005 was a whirlwind. The company would pay the moving cost of up to 30 boxes, but there were just 17 boxes when I finished packing. I felt a […]

The rest of the trip

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My flight to Germany was not until the evening, so Stuart and I spent the Sunday afternoon wandering about Hyde Park. I had put on a bright yellow-green camisole with […]

Weekend in London – part 2

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The following afternoon, Stuart took me on a boat ride on the Thames from Westminster to Tower Bridge. The sweltering heat persisted, and the sun was glaring. But coming from […]

Weekend in London – part 1

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I arrived in London amid an unusual heatwave. I believe I spent the first couple of days working at the office, but I have little recollection of any part of […]

Reunited in Tokyo – kiss

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I took Stuart to Omotesando, where Japan’s kawaii & cool culture crush Tokyo’s sophistication. The memory of Tom the “tanpan” came back, and I chuckled to myself. Stuart wore a […]

Reunited in Tokyo

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Stuart and I emailed each other after that, but unlike the tennis match rally of correspondence with Klaus, we only briefly updated on quotidian of life every other week or […]

Reunited in London

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I had to fly to London the following week, probably visiting the subsidiary offices in London. I was a little embarrassed to see the London staff after the drunken night, […]

Holding hands

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When I returned from the restroom break, Stuart wasn’t on the dance floor. I turned to the bar, and my eyes met with the lawyer. I cursed under my breath […]