Chapter 21: - The Last Dream

Everything was new.

The scenery.

The language.

The people.

The buildings.

Even the limousine, in which Oichi-san had come with, was new.

I knew none of that, expect the language part (although I had difficulties to understand them as we drove past them with such a limousine-like speed), of course.

I could tell that no matter how many days or months or years I’m going to spend here, I’ll probably never get used to such a change like Japan is. Northern-Europe is, as expected much less populated than Japan.

“How do you like it so far, Sara-san?”

I blinked, having nearly forgotten about Oichi-san’s presence and the driver’s as well, in embarrassment. The manager chuckled at my reaction.

“I take it that you like it,” he concluded, kindly and still chuckling.

I nodded, rather meekly. “It’s better than I ever imagined.”