It was beyond her comprehension how she ended up in that situation. What was she thinking accepting a deal like that? Her arrival to that wedding was the grave of her freedom. She was tempted to ask the driver to turn back, to leave at once and let her flee to her freedom, maybe to a not-so-prosperous future but at least she would be free to make her own choices.
When my train reaches Berlin, will you be waiting on the platform of the station for me? Will you be willing to forgive and forget all the silly mistakes I made?
I imagine your slender figure, your face standing out of the many impatient faces on the platform, your awkward smile on your lips trying to restraint your feelings, the crazy hair and that fixed gaze of yours.
One of the things I loved the most about Nikko was the Jizo statues in a snowy (and kind of lonely) road.
The Jizo statue is a representation of bodhisattva Jizo Bosatsu, the guardian of travellers, but also children and mothers. They have red bonnets and scarves offered by people so they don’t feel cold, and bibs so they don’t get dirty with the food offerings.
I loved the way they look and it amazed me how even with the statue reduced to pebbles, the bonnet and the scarf was still there, meaning someone kept putting it there, no matter how much time has passed.
They all looked different, some relaxed, some with a shy smile, some even seemed worried about something.