“In early November I had some business in the town of Zushi. I have a house there and usually visit two or three times a year, and the more I drive along the coast and down the roads in town each time, the more images of a young Takuma Nakahira inevitably flash across the back of my mind.

That is just natural, considering that some fifty years ago in the summer we were close friends who eagerly discussed their dreams while walking together morning, noon and evening.”