While Noah was sitting behind the bar, he forgot everything he was supposed to know. Suddenly, he remembered that he was in the middle of a conversation with the beautiful girl. He was saying something, but back in his mind, he was trying to remember, Where did he meet this girl before? This face is not familiar, but the voice and face gestures are. “The old man and the sea,” he replied to her. She was looking for a recommendation for reading. She gave him her phone to write it on. When he searched for it, he found that there was a German novel with the same name. He was yelling, “No no, it’s Hemingway”. He was drunk, but he knew it was Hemingway. Have you tried Japanese literature? He took her phone again, writing “ Kafka on the shore” He opened the first search result and showed her. She laughed loudly and said, “It’s written Kafka on the beach. It’s funny how Germans translate the books.”. The conversation continued about the countries she traveled to. Her name is Lia. When she asked about Noah’s name..
Lately, I've been going through new experiences. Yesterday I was in the woods, the forest for the first time in my life. I had one particular idea that kept resonating in my mind. Murakami, what was the name of your novel? But I had a stronger feeling. I was honestly frightened. To me, the forest is a living organism. If it likes me, it welcomes me; if not, it can swallow me whole. Which novel Haruki When I entered, I used the main road. But something inside me whispered, 'Do not be afraid, you will not be swallowed today.' I stepped off the main road to use a narrower, wilder path. The road ahead is a steep, sloppy incline, winding through towering trees. The ground is blanketed with countless fallen leaves, concealing the uneven terrain beneath my feet. Each step is uncertain. I stop and look back, realizing it’s just me and the trees. They watch me as I watch them, and for a moment, we share a quiet appreciation. When I look at them, I don’t see mere wood and branches. I...
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