«»Are you from Vietnam?» he asked. «No, I’m from Tokyo.» His grandchild gazed at me and asked him in a low voice: «Where is Tokyo?». The old man stroked the child’s head and said softly but clearly: “In the East.» The child was silent and for a moment stared into the air as though a city were visible there. A city it would probably never visit. Hadn’t I also asked questions like that when I was a child –Where is Peking? –In the West. –And what is in the East, on the other side of the sea? –America.
The world sphere I had envisioned was definitely not round, but rather like a night sky, with all the foreign places sparkling like fireworks.»
—Tawada Yōko, Where Europe Begins
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