Epilogue 1


Five days before I was to reluctantly leave Toronto, I bid farewell to all the friends I had made in those eight years. As usual, I didn't tell friends about my move much beforehand, perhaps because of my Bohemian streak.

The parting which left the deepest impression was that with Hamid. Almost as soon as I entered the repair shop, I called out to Hamid, who had his head stuck under the hood of a car, that I was returning to Japan.

He froze.

I continued speaking while moving behind him. "Hamid, thanks for everything. I wouldn't be the man I am today if I hadn't met you. I've decided to go back to Japan."

Homid slowly stood up and turned to face me. In the past, he would have supported himself with his hand, but he no longer needed to do that.

"How have you been doing lately?" I asked.

"Never mind me. Why didn't you tell me sooner you're going back? I would have had a farewell party. Well, at least you have a country to go back to. People are happiest living in their native lands. We have to live in a foreign country forever. But don't worry about us. Hmmm. so it's been three years since we began urine therapy. It was a good thing we made up our minds. I no longer feel any pain, no matter what position I'm in. I don't know if it will cure polio, but I'm going to continue urine therapy for the rest of my life," Hamid said.