Voici un traduction anglaise du prologue du livre que j'ai faites avec l'aide d' une amie japonaise qui parle parfaitement anglais.
childhood
"let's play ball" (il parle de base ball)
my dad big voice is echoeing in the field next to my house
"Okay dad, let's play"
I screamed with all my strenght, and targetting the glove of my father
"first throw"
"strike"
I loved his voice
And then after joyfull time is over I drove me to kindergarten by bicycle.
"Okay let's go" He said
"Let' s go" I screamed
With my little hands I was holding him tightly.
I felt the wind on my face
About 20 minutes to kindergarten, it was a precious time for me with him.
I was born in October 10th of 1965 in tateyama city in chiba prefecture as the last one of 3 brothers.
When I was third grade in elementary school my father was transfer to chiba city suddenly alone.
Althought I was a kid, I took a train from Tateyama to his place for about 2h30 minutes once in 2 months because I wanted to meet my dad.
I went to tateyama station with bus. Then I stand on tiptoe and said to conductor at the ticket office, “Give me one ticket to honchiba station for kid”
The conductor told me.
“Local train for chiba departs at track 3.
I held my ticket not to lose it and went up the stairs rapidly period.
After I hear a sound of bell ringing, the train leave the station.
Once the train ran, I was excited and saw the beautiful view of the sea through the window.
I get off at honchiba station, I walked rapidly for 20 minutes, finally I arrived at my father’s company dormitory.
“Toshi kun welcome, do you want to go to steak house ?
“Lucky”
At the grand open of the steak house I eat steack haché (pas de trad anglaise pour dire steack haché), at the time I could eat the carrots on the hot plate which I hate.
“Oh Toshi kun you can eat carrots, good !”
“yes”
It was a great time for me to have meals with my father at fashionable restaurant in the big city.
When I became a highschool student, father’s office came back to tateyama.
Every day my father make meal himself for us although he doesn’t get used to it.
That’s why I couldn’t ask him to buy anything I want.
Then I started a job for delivery service for a newspaper. The city of tateyama is usually warm but when I began this job, it was colder in the morning.
At 5 in the morning, I get off the bed and rush into the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face at last, I wore a sweat shirt over my pyjama.
The people of the city wake up very early, when I come give them the newspaper they waiting for me.
“Hello, it’s the newspaper delivery”
“Thank you so much”
At the end of the delivery my glove become black (because of the ink of paper : note de trad).
I finished at 6h30 in the morning and my father was at kitchen as usual.
“I’m home”
“Welcome and wash you hands first”
My father has a habit of saying “wash your hands”.
There were “buta no shougayaki” and miso soup on the table (le nom du plat n'a pas de traduction à part que c'est à base de de porc). And hot rice. This menu is every 2 days. But I felt delicious. My father went to his office by bicycle after I finished breakfast.
“So I go now”
“Okay”
It was not special conversation but it makes me happy.
On the second day of the job I found the shrine on the way to delivery, I ran into the shrine with bicycle.
I stopped and went up about 10 stairs rapidly.
At the time It was dim and silent, I put my hands against my chest and I prayed.
I wished my father be healthy all the time. This pray became a habit for a year until I quit the job.
On May 17, 1990 in the morning my father was carried into the hospital because he couldn’t get up out of the bed. He had to have complete bad rest. At result of the diagnostic he had brain infarction. He escaped of death but unfortunately he became half paralyzed and get an aphasia. And he became childish, it shocked me deeply. He can’t speak but express feelings especially when I was happy he cried like a baby. He cried so easely for example if I offer to him a present. I felt bad because I can do anything for him. My father like to sing songs like a professional. His favorite are “Nagasaki no kane” and “Shanghai gairi noriru”. I remember his beautiful voice. But my father right now has aphasia then he can’t sing and can’t speak. One day, I made him have microphone and ask him to sing in the karaoke. Dad say no with shaking his head but I asked him to sing “sake to namida to otoko to onna”. This song was one he can sung well. I looked him trying singing and I couldn’t say anything. From second part we sung together. And this was the last duet. I still remember his beautiful voice. The favorite song I want to hear his my father’s song. If I have a trainer for songs I think it was my father. On march 19th of 2003 my father passed away. For long time I didn’t know for his death.
I didn’t know my betrayal at all. Deceiving people for a long time, it’s more cruel than killing others. Controlling others mind and repeating it were terrible. That’s brainwashing. I’ll write down all facts about 12 years brainwashing.
ToshI