"Believe me" Moriarty the patriot/Donten ni Warau

Memories "the trip that changed my life" part 1

I think it's worth telling about the trip to Japan, it was the best memory in my entire life. I have never experienced such warm and pleasant feelings. Towards the end of my stay in Kyoto, I caught myself thinking that I didn't want to leave at all. For the first time I found my new home. I stayed in Kyoto only for about 6 months, but this time has notably turned my worldview, thoughts and self-consciousness. Bright, full of feelings, emotions and memories give way to gray and gloomy days in England.

It's funny how smartly my plans turned around only after a chance meeting with one very important person for me now.

Japan. Kyoto Prefecture. 1878. 11 year of the Meiji era. Time for Western cultural and political changes.

I stood against the wall so as not to disturb the porters and new arrivals. A suffocating heat emanated from the locomotive, the haze was still in the air.

My father promised me that he would meet me on the platform. I was already in anticipation, we had not seen for so long, for almost 5 years.

"Honey, I'm sorry I was late!" - I turned to meet the voice of my father, a smile never left his face.

"I missed so much, forgive me for not coming for so long..."

"Nothing wrong. I am very happy to be able to see you again! You have grown so much during all this time and I am very sorry that I could not be there, but ... You should know that you can always count on me, on my help, on my support - dad gently hugged me, and I just silently stood. How happy I was, in the arms of my beloved father.

Dad pulled away from me and took a large bag in his hands, led me along.

"I will show you so many interesting places, you will fall in love with this country"

The road ahead was busy as the daughter, with her father and a large bag in her hands, walked along the worn-out path, watching the carts and people passing by, while wondering where it might lead her.

I breathed in new air, and exhaling with excitement as the traveler found a new place to explore.

Otsu City, Shiga Prefecture.

Located twenty kilometers east of Kyoto and separated from the ancient Japanese capital by mountains. Because of the rapid Westernization, Western buildings are lining up in the city, and people are wearing outfits I know.

My parents temporarily live in this city, in a modern house for us, they were supposed to visit the country for a couple of months, but their vacation was delayed for 5 years.

Today is my 4th day in the city. My father told me about the traditions, sights of Japan, I will have to spend a lot of time to see at least some of them. Each attraction has an interesting history and many secrets. But besides long walks and admiration for the culture, architecture and beauty of the city, you can find other activities for yourself here.

Today the weather is cloudy again... my parents said that when they arrived here, the weather was cloudy all the time ...

The gray sky with slowly gathering rows of clouds evoked sadness and a desire to nap for an hour or two, and when you wake up, the sun was shining in the blue sky and the birds were singing loudly. The sun's rays desperately tried to break through the cloud curtain, but to no avail.

Admiring the view outside the window, I put on a gray vest and put my hand in the left pocket of my vest, and then pulled out a watch on a chain.

This watch was given to me by my grandfather for my tenth birthday, I cherish it as the most precious and important item, my greatest treasure. The round dial was covered with a silver cover, which was gracefully engraved in the form of young pink shoots with thorns and small buds. Two gleaming carved hands ran between large numbers. I closed the lid and put it back in my pocket.

I went down to the living room where my father was discussing the latest news. Mom sat next to her and "attentively" listened to her husband.

Mom / Adela - originally from Spain, an ordinary peasant woman with whom Dad fell madly in love. They spoke in different languages, but this never stopped them from getting to know each other better. Mom still speaks only Spanish.

Father / Victor - son of Matthew Baker, works as a lawyer.

Matthew Baker / Grandfather was born in Oslo, Norway. My father and myself grew up there. All three of us share one hobby - learning languages. When I communicate with my father, I speak Norwegian, with my mother in Spanish, with my grandfather in British or French (my grandfather loves French very much).

"To the walk?" - my mother asked tenderly when I was packing my bag.

"Yes, I want to walk around the city"

"The weather is good today, but take an umbrella anyway" - my father said in a good mood.

I smiled, pulled the bag over my shoulder and grabbed the umbrella Mycroft had given me.

The father said that the carrying of swords was forbidden by the government and those who are known as samurai were slowly disappearing; however, there were many who disliked these changes taking place in Japan, and inevitably the crime rate increased. The only way out for the country was the inevitable prison on the lake. I also want to look at this prison.

Leaving the house, I slowly walked along the wide street where western houses were built.

"Hey, Luki, are we going to look at the lake?" - said Malik next to me. Malik is an adult male in his 40s. A hunter with frayed brown hair and stubble, gambling gleam in his brown eyes. He probably died out of stupidity, which he actually does not remember.

"No, something more interesting" - I answered quietly to my ghost friend, looking around. Even though I am a foreigner, it will be strange to attract attention to myself by the fact that I speak to myself.

"You know how to intrigue" - Malik laughed, walked slowly forward.