oshima story (9)

Dash! 

I dashed to my own car which drove me to the oshima hometown where was in the middle of nowhere unconsciously.It took nearly 10 hours by driving alone. On the way , I kept thinking about the products of furniture that I inteded to paticipate at the furniture fair Koeln, but I could not imagine the plan and designs at all. I was really in a fix. I needed something to help me clear up my head

In addition, it so happened that I remembered the oshima story that had been told in my childhood there. Oshima was not good at socialising, then she had not what it took to be successful, joyful in the community. And unfortunately she had been busy ever since her devorce. Poor my proud oshima. However she managed to raise her son ( my father ) up.

After a short time, I finally arrived at an old oshima house,...