After seeing Modern Children off the ferry port, a short journey through the rice fields took me back to the spot in between the House of Shodoshima, the Voices from Disappeared People and our dormitory. There I was, gazing over the terraces along with the sunshine and a song from Mongolia.
That was how dreams blended with reality, that is what we are trying to do and that is when I saw 6 little birds fly off towards the bright blue sky.
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