It was late in the afternoon when Rosanne woke me up. “We must find a room and I am in an incredible mood for descent food.” Rosanne said. I suggested going for the food first. Although I wasn’t hungry at all, I knew eating would help me to get on my feet again. After dinner we gladly found a small hotel. Rosanne started to badger me about uploads. As if I didn’t fancy one. “Women stop that.” Was the only thing I could come up with. After half an hour she started again. “We must make a plan for tomorrow.” And with several corny jokes she tried to cheer me up.

I realized as well that something constructive had to happen, but I still couldn’t think clearly. I felt so sick. As a sick navigator in a small boat on a wild sea: “I have to think clearly, but my brains don’t cooperate. I can’t even count two and five together. Don’t even mention making a plan.” I had to make a plan: I wished to speak to Kodjiro. I haven’t done all this work for him for free and I still have that box somewhere at the airport in a depot. And I want to have my money. I wanted to leave as soon as possible. “Oh, what a mess.” Doubtfully I suggested searching for dr. Tachikawa. According to Paul Bentley he is not to be trusted, but I hadn’t made this journey for nothing, had I? Rosanne insisted in my plan. I wanted to walk. Then I could think and get my thoughts organized. Walking is good. The one step after the other and slowly you continue. No rush. But Rosanne wanted to go as fast as ever, best with a cab. We came to a compromise. If we wouldn’t be there after an hour, we would take a cab.

The long walk through the streets of Tokyo really helped me. After half an hour I could relax a bit. I still hadn’t seen much of the city and I started to ask Rosanne several questions about monuments and buildings we past. On our way we stopped at a small noodles restaurant to eat something. I felt better every time. I think it helped Rosanne as well. She started to tell more and more enthusiastic about everything. Suddenly she sat down. In the middle of the street. I was shocked and thought she would be completely confused again. I wanted to pull her up. The cars left and right were almost hitting her. I panicked. Then she raised her hand and a cab stopped next to her. She looked at me with this challenging look. “Come on, get in” she said smiling. “We have walked for more than seventy minutes. Now it’s my turn.”