nagasaki mon amour

 Nagasaki Mon Amour There are moments when things become clear. A night, the Pacific Ocean was,as its name, calm; I sat on deck and listened to the heartbeat of the ship,which seemed to beat faster when one of the engineers opened the door andcame out on deck. I heard laughter from the mess-room they were playingcards but I knew I would never be one of them, I had tried, the swagger andthe misogyny, living in a world where women were either whores or mothers.The ship was bound for Nagasaki, which for the young crew meant little, butI had been here before and visited a graveyard where Portuguese sailors haddied long time ago when Japan was an unknown land. At sixty I was a relicand accepted that. Berthed. Walking down the gangway, I didn’t bother to lookback, didn’t shake anyone’s hand- it was dinner time anyway. Before flying backto Europe I tried to find the Portuguese cemetery, it wasn’t there anymore; another relic gone.