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As the day winds down, I’m back on Shimizu Street, and I see this street performer. He’s playing the shamisen, and it’s mesmerizing. I stop to listen, and it’s like the world fades away. I’m just vibing, feeling all the feels. Then, outta nowhere, a group of kids starts dancing. It’s like a scene from a movie! I can’t help but join in. We’re all laughing, and for a moment, everything’s perfect.

He Escaped Death as a Kamikaze Pilot. 70 Years Later, He Told His Story. (Published 2020)