supplement The Culture of English newspaper El Mundo published, plus an interview with Haruki Murakami (Kyoto, 1949), Japanese novelist Today's most successful and mentioned as a future Nobel Prize, an excerpt of his latest book 1Q84 (edited by Tusquets), as we enjoy reading below
Aomame Do not be fooled by appearances taxi radio was broadcasting a program of classical music on FM. Janácek Sinfonietta sounded. In the midst of a jam, I could not say it was more appropriate to listen. The driver did not seem to pay much attention to music. Middle-aged man just watched with the mouth closed the endless line of cars that stretched before him like a veteran fisherman, standing in the bow, read the ominous line of convergence of ocean currents. Aomame either lying in the back seat, listening to music with closed eyes. [...]
Aomame had taken the taxi near Kinuta and in Yoga, had gone on Route 3 in the Metropolitan Expressway. At first, the vehicle is moving with ease, but, before reaching Sangenjaya suddenly formed a jam, and soon they could hardly even move. In the opposite lane, traffic flowed normally. Your lane was the only one who suffered a disastrous jam. Typically, three p.m. past was not usually the time slot in which one lane of Route 3 is stuck. So the driver had told him to take the subway.
"The price will not increase because we're on the subway," said the driver, looking in the mirror. So you need not worry about money. However, Miss, I suppose you could be a problem late for an appointment, right?
"Sure, but before he told me he could not do anything, right?
The driver glanced Aomame face in the rearview mirror. He wore sunglasses tone clear. Due to light, could not glimpsed his face.
"Hey, is that there is absolutely no way. There is an emergency measure a stretch, but could go to Shinjuku by train.
- A resource of emergency?
-not just in view of the world.
Aomame, without a word and with narrowed eyes, waited for the Lord to speak.
"Look, there's a space that would lend a car the driver said, pointing forward. Where is the large panel of Esso.
Aomame set and saw a parking space in case of accident to the left of the second lane. As the metropolitan no shoulders in some places had enabled emergency evacuation sites. They had a yellow cab with a mobile phone emergency from which they could contact the administration of highways. At that time there was not any car stopped. On the roof of the building separating the oncoming traffic lane that had a huge billboard of the oil company Esso. It consisted of a smiling tiger that was holding the hose of a fuel pump.
"The point is that there are some steps leading down to ground level. In case of fire or a major earthquake, the driver can leave the car and go down there. Normally, is used by road maintenance workers. After going down those stairs, there is a network station by Tokyu. If you take a train, come then to Shinjuku.
I did not know they had fire escapes in the metropolitan area.
"Usually, nobody knows. HAVE
A somewhat different idea
The first memory I have was when I was a year and a half. His mother had removed her blouse, the tie was undone and white combination nursed a man who was not her father.
A baby lying in a crib, probably out I have. He saw himself in the third person. Although it might be his twin brother ... No, it was not. He must be your own I have, with one and a half years. I knew by intuition. The baby was asleep, eyes closed, and how breathing could be heard faintly. For I have, this was the first memory of his life. That scene just ten seconds had been recorded clearly in the walls of his mind. There was no before or after. The memory was all alone, isolated, as a pinnacle in a city flooded by a great flood, whose head looms above the muddy surface water. Whenever the opportunity presented itself, I have asked people around him what old were in the first memory of their lives. Most, four or five years. At the earliest, three years. Nobody used to remember things from a younger age. It was as if a child should have at least three years to witness and understand, with some logic, situations occurring around you.
In previous phases, all reflected as an incomprehensible chaos. The world was muddy as a diluted slurry, had no frame and was elusive. Escaped through the window without becoming a memory in the brain.
Of course, an infant and a half year old can not judge which means that a man who is not your father suck his mother's nipples. That is obvious. Therefore, if I have that memory of being true, the scene would have been recorded in the retina as we saw, without being prosecuted. Like a camera that records mechanically bodies celluloid tape, amalgamating light and shadow. And as the mind develops gradually the images are analyzed and set aside and given meaning. But what could have happened in reality? Is it possible that such an image is stored in the brain of an infant? [...]
Aomame had taken the taxi near Kinuta and in Yoga, had gone on Route 3 in the Metropolitan Expressway. At first, the vehicle is moving with ease, but, before reaching Sangenjaya suddenly formed a jam, and soon they could hardly even move. In the opposite lane, traffic flowed normally. Your lane was the only one who suffered a disastrous jam. Typically, three p.m. past was not usually the time slot in which one lane of Route 3 is stuck. So the driver had told him to take the subway.
"The price will not increase because we're on the subway," said the driver, looking in the mirror. So you need not worry about money. However, Miss, I suppose you could be a problem late for an appointment, right?
"Sure, but before he told me he could not do anything, right?
The driver glanced Aomame face in the rearview mirror. He wore sunglasses tone clear. Due to light, could not glimpsed his face.
"Hey, is that there is absolutely no way. There is an emergency measure a stretch, but could go to Shinjuku by train.
- A resource of emergency?
-not just in view of the world.
Aomame, without a word and with narrowed eyes, waited for the Lord to speak.
"Look, there's a space that would lend a car the driver said, pointing forward. Where is the large panel of Esso.
Aomame set and saw a parking space in case of accident to the left of the second lane. As the metropolitan no shoulders in some places had enabled emergency evacuation sites. They had a yellow cab with a mobile phone emergency from which they could contact the administration of highways. At that time there was not any car stopped. On the roof of the building separating the oncoming traffic lane that had a huge billboard of the oil company Esso. It consisted of a smiling tiger that was holding the hose of a fuel pump.
"The point is that there are some steps leading down to ground level. In case of fire or a major earthquake, the driver can leave the car and go down there. Normally, is used by road maintenance workers. After going down those stairs, there is a network station by Tokyu. If you take a train, come then to Shinjuku.
I did not know they had fire escapes in the metropolitan area.
"Usually, nobody knows. HAVE
A somewhat different idea
The first memory I have was when I was a year and a half. His mother had removed her blouse, the tie was undone and white combination nursed a man who was not her father.
A baby lying in a crib, probably out I have. He saw himself in the third person. Although it might be his twin brother ... No, it was not. He must be your own I have, with one and a half years. I knew by intuition. The baby was asleep, eyes closed, and how breathing could be heard faintly. For I have, this was the first memory of his life. That scene just ten seconds had been recorded clearly in the walls of his mind. There was no before or after. The memory was all alone, isolated, as a pinnacle in a city flooded by a great flood, whose head looms above the muddy surface water. Whenever the opportunity presented itself, I have asked people around him what old were in the first memory of their lives. Most, four or five years. At the earliest, three years. Nobody used to remember things from a younger age. It was as if a child should have at least three years to witness and understand, with some logic, situations occurring around you.
In previous phases, all reflected as an incomprehensible chaos. The world was muddy as a diluted slurry, had no frame and was elusive. Escaped through the window without becoming a memory in the brain.
Of course, an infant and a half year old can not judge which means that a man who is not your father suck his mother's nipples. That is obvious. Therefore, if I have that memory of being true, the scene would have been recorded in the retina as we saw, without being prosecuted. Like a camera that records mechanically bodies celluloid tape, amalgamating light and shadow. And as the mind develops gradually the images are analyzed and set aside and given meaning. But what could have happened in reality? Is it possible that such an image is stored in the brain of an infant? [...]
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