My nightmare turned into a new adventure. I decided to go to Los Angeles to get the emergency card, which I can use only for a month. Gerardo suggested to me that he knows that I am dying to resume my work, but I should use this opportunity to have a new experience; I should not rush to come back here to continue writing. Besides, I haven’t taken any day offs since I got started, so I should take a short vacation, at least a couple of days, so that I can get to know about Los Angeles, can recoup my strength, and can start over writing with renewed energy. I totally agreed with his point of view and decided to stay there for three days.
One day before my departure for Los Angeles, I went to the office, since I had an appointment with Jorgito. When I entered the office, he was calculating the expense of material for his next project. He said, “Hey Shogo, how are you? I was waiting for you. Sorry for asking you to come to the office, because I know you are busy with writing, but I want to talk with you before you fly to Los Angeles.”
“Please sit down here, Shogo. Give me five minutes to finish this,” he offered me the chair.
“No problem, take your time, my friend,” I lit a cigarette and looked at the outside below to watch happy passersby in the sun from the window.
“Shogo, I’m done. Are you going to Los Angeles tomorrow?”
“Yes, my friend. I’m looking forward to embarking on a new adventure.”
“I’m so relieved by your final decision. It’s much better for you to fly to Los Angeles than fly to Japan. And it’s much cheaper. Still you have to pay some expenses for this errand though.”
He was looking at the outside for a while with pensive face and confessed, “You know, Shogo, the other day when you told me that you would go back to Japan because of the stupid problem, I was so mad at you. I thought, why did you have to go back to Japan? You’re halfway through your mission, and everything is getting better for you. Also, I was so mad at the fucking Japanese. Why don’t they want to let you know about your pin number over the phone? You’re living in Mexico and doing the most important thing for your life, but they don’t want to help you; they obstinately make you go back to Japan to have the proper proceedings. Is the bank’s regulation is important than one’s destiny? I really don’t think so. I don’t understand Japanese sometimes. Why don’t they just make an exception on this special occasion? Why don’t they want to help their fellow man who is trying to realize his dream? Why do they heartlessly try to hinder their fellow man who perseveres to follow his own destiny? I don’t comprehend Japanese bastards!”
“I know you were very angry with me the other day. I am sorry because I wasn’t quite myself, and my mental state was shaking. Anyway, forget about Japanese, because talking about incurable cold-hearted creatures is a waste of our precious time completely. Let’s talk about something more cheerful, my friend.”