...never fails to move me.
知らない人の優しさでいつも感動します。
As soon as I went out of my room,it started raining. My suitcase was heavy,as usual. So I stood at the bus stop,waiting. The bus was late,so as I started getting soaked,trying to hide my hair with a scarf, a sweet,old lady offered to share her umbrella with me.
部屋を出た時に、雨が始まってしまった。傘なしで、重い荷物を持ちながらバスていに向かっていた。バスが遅くて、私の服はぬれていた。その時は、可愛いおばあちゃんは傘で私をかぶってきた。"身長たかくて、あなたをうまくかぶれないかも"といいました。"170センチでしょう？" 。"ちょうど170センチです"と答えた。
"You're tall,so I might not be able to cover you completely. You're 1,70m,right?". "That's exactly my height", I replied.
Then she started telling me about herself,her family in Kyoto,she asked me why I'm dying my hair in weird colours although I'm pretty anyway. "What does your boyfriend say about this?". I said "I don't have a boyfriend". "Oh,you're married then?",she exclaimed. "No,I'm not married either", I replied. "But how is that even possible, with such a face!",she continued,trying to balance her umbrella against the sudden wind. "It's my way of life I guess", I replied half mumbling.
そして話を色々出てきた。彼女の町と家族の話とか。"なぜ髪の毛をおしゃれな色で染めてるの？"って。"可愛いのに。。彼氏はどう思う？え？彼氏いない？じゃあ、結婚してる？え。。？そんな顔を持ってるのに結婚してない！"と言いながら、傘で風と戦っていた。
In just five minutes I'd learnt a lot from her already. She was a swimmer,she had four grand-children,her mom was ninety-four and perfectly healthy and...the Maiko I'd once seen in Kyoto,walking down the street, were apparently...fake!! I was a bit shocked to hear this,but then again..it made perfect sense. "The real Maiko walk only at night", she said. New piece of knowledge acquired :p
5分だけでおばあちゃんの色々わかってきた。水泳が好きでまご4人いて、おかあさんは94歳でとても元気です。そして昔は京都で発見したまいこさんはフェイクだったと言われた！あれはちょっとショックだったけど、理解が出来ます。あれはただの演奏だったと言われた。そうかああ。。
I thanked the old lady many times and when the bus eventually came, I rushed in, struggling to fit my huge suitcase between the narrow seats. Turning my head to thank her again and wish her good health, I found out she was already gone. It was like she vanished into thin air.
何回も彼女にありがとうと言って、一緒にバスに乗って、荷物をどこか載せるように頑張っていた。もう一回ありがとうとを言うと思ってたのに、振り向けて彼女はもういなかった。空気に消えてしまったのか。。？と。
I started wondering whether all this had been just a figment of my imagination. Then I remembered last night, my suitcase on the floor, like a gaping chasm, like open jaws waiting to devour me. Last night was scary.
あれ？これは気のせいだったのか？と。そして、ゆうべを思い出した。あの大きいスーツケースは床でぱくり割れ目みたい。。いやな虎口みたいだった。。ゆうべは怖かった。
And then I realised that the smiling lady had made it easier for me to get on that bus, get on the train I felt like avoiding at all cost the night before. It felt as if somebody was holding my hand.
そして急に気づいた。おばあちゃんは私をいっぱい助けてくれた。彼女のおかげでバスも、後絶対乗りたくないと思っていた電車も、もっと軽い心で乗れるようになった。だれか私の手を握てると感じてた。
And that was everything I'd been asking for, all along.
昨日もずっとそれだけを望んでいたから。
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