“Why did he write me that yellow means Shogo? He thinks my skin color is fucking yellow?” I was laughing at his stupid joke. I could forgive everything today even such an insignificant insult, because tomorrow would be different day for me dramatically. I decided to take a last walk on Japanese streets that have given me only sorrow and humiliation. As soon as I sailed out of my house, singing my favorite song, “la-la-la-la-la,” I remembered something important. I have to buy a bunch of medicines for my illness because tomorrow I would be in a different climate. It is very important, but I can buy them in Mexico because they can sell to me without any prescription! What a wonderful country! Of course, human beings need medicines when we have serious illness. In Japan they never sell to me without prescription even if I have serious illness. They do not care whether I am bleeding to death; they care only whether I have a prescription to have the right to buy these specific medicines. What inhuman bastards! Anyway, I have to buy my medicines here because I have a national health insurance, so it will be cheaper for me to buy them here than in Mexico, heh-heh-heh-heh!
After seeing my doctor to get the prescription, I went to a pharmacy to buy medicines with the same happy spirit. I said, waving the prescription, “I need my medicines for six months this time, and the doctor had given me permission.”
“Why do you need them for such long spans? You usually buy them for a month, Mr. Onoe,” a pharmacist asked.
“Because I’m going to Mexico tomorrow. Have you ever been there? Very nice country indeed! I’m going to live there for a while and might not come back to Japan anymore.”
“Mr. Onoe, it’s wonderful news. But I’m a wee bit worried about your health. Please don’t eat junk food too much and try to eat healthy food as much as you can over there. I’ve never been there, but it must be nice to go there someday because I’ve never seen you are in so happy state. Today your face is radiating, and your eyes are shining more than ever. Let me get your medicines. Please give me a minute.”
She returned with some presents, “Mr. Onoe, these are your medicines, and I am sorry, I couldn’t find anything worthwhile, but these are gifts for you. Maybe, you can use them in Mexico. Have a good trip and take good care of your health.”
“I will. Thanks for your concerns,” I said and left.
“Today is an astonishing day,” I thought. “It seems to me that even Japanese are celebrating my new adventure. They are relieved, for they can get rid of me from Japan at last, perhaps?” I was flabbergasted. I decided to take the last ramble around the park, where I was used to strolling around with sorrows in my heart. I reached the pond and found a bench and sat down.