Xander

Kyle and I pull up to Mr Hashimoto’s residence. We have been here over a week and this is the only free time we have found to visit our old friend.

The house is wooden with screens and surrounded by a beautifully manicured garden. A little bridge walkway sits over a pond leading to the front door entrance.

Akio, Mr Hashimoto’s son, is already waiting for us at the door.

“Hi Akio, thanks for allowing us to come here.”

“Thank you for honouring my father and coming to see him.”

“How is he?”

“He’s having a good day today. More lucid moments than most days…come through this way, he's...