a taxi driver in Paris
When I visited Paris, I was told to be careful of a taxi driver who takes deliberately the long way by my acquaintance. When the taxi came to the graveyard, I found a box type tomb like a church. Thinking that I wouldn’t be fooled and pretending to be familiar with this area, “Homeless people stay here, don’t they?”, I said. The driver gave me a prompt answer as the above. There was a philosophy that no one can say what is happiness.
July 14, 2015
from “Oriori no Kotoba” by Kiyokazu Washida, The Asahi Shimbun