Here Ramon and Patricia were coming back to the apartment. Henri said, “Let’s go upstairs to join them. Maybe, order pizza, no? Oh, Shogo, I want to tell you one more thing. You should come to Paris someday. I know you’ll love it there, and it’s good for you to live in the Parisian atmosphere, which will nourish your soul. Moreover, Jean always asks me what you’re doing here or whether you’ve finished writing your book. He wants to help you to launch your career in Paris. He always says he’ll do all possible to make you recognized as a writer in France. Now I understand why people always believe in you and want to help you. Shogo, please try to write your book as soon as possible and come to Paris, okay?”
His last words are still lingering in my head: Paris. I have always thought that if anywhere in the wide world would give me an opportunity to get started as a writer, it would be France. I have always dreamt about going to Paris, waving my manuscript triumphantly. Maybe, Henri’s vision of life is extreme, but he surely knows what he wants to do in his life and what makes him happy. Every French person, who I have met in my life, knows how to enjoy the precious moments fundamentally, and it seems to me that they are happy just being alive. Enjoying whatever life offers them is in their blood, perhaps? What a delightful race French people are! It is no wonder that Miller ardently praised French culture and amorously enjoyed his period of life in Paris.