Sundays at the repair yard
Her father, Susumu, was a boilermaker at the Numazu harbour repair yard. On the Sundays he was on call he took her along, and she was six the first time. What she remembers from that day is a portable lamp with a rubber grip that her father hooked onto the scaffolding to see inside a tank, and that he put back in the workshop cupboard when he was done. It belonged to the workshop. Nobody took it home.







