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About Kobe

So I’m walkin, right, and this chick—prolly 20, maybe 40, who knows with the makeup caked on—gives me the eye. I’m like, “Honey, I ain’t buyin what you’re sellin less I know the deal.” She smirks, all sassy, and I’m thinkin, *damn, this is some real-life cinema*. Godard’s voice in my head: “The image is a prison.” Ain’t that the truth? She’s trapped, I’m trapped, we’re all stuck starin at each other like idiots. I ask her name—Crystal, she says. Yeah, sure, “Crystal”—prolly Susan from Ohio, but whatever, I roll with it.

From Hiroshima to the Pupukea Pineapple Fields

Tatsuno Ogawa was ninety-two years old in when I interviewed her in the modest little house she and her husband had bought for $3, in

Then, I decided to head over to the Tatsuno Castle ruins. It’s not a huge castle, but it’s got this cool history vibe. I’m wandering around, taking pics, feeling like a tourist. Suddenly, I bump into this group of hikers. They’re all decked out in gear, and I’m like, “Hey, I’m a mountain guide! Let’s chat!”

Curtis Murayama: Ako, Tatsuno legendary status started in states while at Aiea