I met her when IBM was still selling personal computers. It's about the 1990s. Her name is "Shufen".
A midsummer afternoon hit by a guerrilla rainstorm. I rushed through the Ueno Park to the Ueno Station. The rain was like flipping a bucket, and even with an umbrella, it was almost useless, and my feet were soaked.
In front of me, a girl with a dull look was walking soaked without her umbrella. ... I wonder where the countryside of Saitama is. The outfit is dressed in the 1980s, 10 years ago.
She laughed with a smile as I casually put out my umbrella from behind her. Her gill-filled face wasn't flatteringly beautiful, but her eyes were crisp and adorable.
She couldn't speak Japanese. She was a Taiwanese woman. She didn't look unfashionable and she was an IBM career woman.
to be continued tomorrow.