HARMONICA

By

AOI TOKUGAWA
One summer day, what seems now such a long time ago, in 1960, Miya-chan and her grandfather were walking in Nagoya. They had spent the morning and the early part of the afternoon visiting several of Grandfathers friends as well as Miyas friend Mr. Ozawa, the zookeeper in charge of the lions and tigers at the Higashiyama Zoo and Botanical Gardens. Now they were back downtown, with every intention of doing a bit of shopping, mostly from a long list of things that Miyas mom had written on a large piece of paper, together with the admonition that if they forgot, then they should

also forget about coming home! But there were other items they wanted as well such as some fresh tobacco for Grandfathers pipe, some toys for the cats, a bone for her dog Tono-chan, and maybe even a toy for Miya. They walked down Yabacho Dori Street, then turned right onto Hisaya Odori, and walked the three blocks to the huge building that was the Matsuzakaya Department Store. Miya was busily chattering away about all the wonderful sights she was seeing, and about what she hoped to see inside the store, when another sight, about ten meters ahead a vision she had not expected at all and which both troubled and puzzled her caused her to fall silent.

There in front of her, in the middle of bustling downtown Nagoya, was a man wearing a dirty white

cap and a white kimono, leaning against the building. His left arm was in a sling and his heavily bandaged left leg was visible beneath his robe. His right leg, which the little girl had expected to see, was missing entirely, from the knee on down. A crutch, with a thick, make-shift pad at its top, wrapped in dirty white cloth, stood next to him, propped up against the wall. He is a Shigunjin Ojchan, a shigunjin said Grandpa. A disabled veteran. Even though twenty years had passed since the end of World War II, there were still many disabled veterans languishing on the streets of Japanese cities and villages, who continued to convey the horrors of war, even on the streets of Nagoya. A shigunjin? asked Miya. Yes, a former soldier. A man who went to war for his country and received some very serious injuries injuries that wont go away. But one has to be careful because there are many bad men who look like shigunjin who pretend to be but they are just fine. They have no injuries. They simply fake wounds in order to get money. Oh! was all that Miya-chan could say. But I dont think that this man is an imposter. My heart tells me that, and with that, Grandpa stopped, took a 100 en note from his wallet, and gave it to Miya-chan. Miyado you see the small box in front of that soldier? Yes, replied the little girl, unsure as to why her grandfather had asked. Take this note and put it into his box.

Miya-chan, slowly, cautiously approached the soldier and then quickly slipped the 100 en bill into a slot at the top of the box; then she quickly hurried back to her grandfathers side.

Perhaps he had heard what Grandpa had said, or had noticed Miyas trepidation in approaching him, but the old soldier gave no indication of it. Instead, he bowed as deeply as he was able, and then took something out from inside his kimono with his right hand an old, rusted silver chromatic harmonica. He raised it to his lips and began to play a thank you message from him to the little girl and her grandfather. The song was slow, a tune that both Miya-chan and Grandpa knew: Yuyake-Koyake, Sunset and an Evening Glow. As a matter of fact, Miya had sung the song herself many times in school, the melody played on her teachers own

harmonica; however, Senseis accompaniment was always bright and happy, and Miya always sang it just that way bright and happy. The soldiers song however, was ever so sad she thought giving her a feeling not unlike being left alone in some unknown place. She had never heard the song played that way before. She leaned on her grandfather and listened for a moment to the harmonicas sad sound and then a voice within her said, Do you know the fields of war? There is only screaming and crying. The battleground is a sea of tears. Now, it may be just a coincidence, although many wise men say there is truly no such thing as coincidence, that the following week, Miyas teacher announced, Tomorrow there will be a harmonica test. You may choose any song you like. It seems that the entire class had been learning to play the harmonica as part of their music classes larger and grander musical instruments were far too expensive for the small school, but there was enough money (with the help of some willing parents) to make sure that everyone in Miyas class had their own harmonica a new, shiny, chromatic. Miya-chan thought and thought. What should I play? And then the image and the sound of the old soldiers harmonica came to her mind, and she decided to play Yuyake Koyake; and just as soon as she got home that day, she began to practice. But she didnt want to play it in the happy-go-lucky mood that her teacher played the song in; but rather, she tried to play the same sad song that had come from the soldiers own harmonica. She blew softly into her instrument but no sound came out that was anything like the beautiful, melancholy music of the

shigunjin. She tried again, and then again, but nothing changed. Grandpa happened to be sitting nearby. Is that a ghost song? he asked. Why dont you use a stronger breath? She did just that, and the music came loud and bright. Grandpa laughed. Oh good! Your harmonica sounds like a military march. So much better than a ghost song dont you think? Miya-chan suddenly felt happy and played Yuyake - Koyake loud and bright, over and over again. And as she played, the sad figure of the old soldier that had stayed in her mind since that day in Nagoya, slowly began to fade away and she thought she heard his voice. Ok! You are right! Thank you! We dont need any more sad sounds.

The next day, Miya played her harmonica, Yuyake Koyake, in the brightest way you could possibly imagine, which just happened to earn a Very Good award from her teacher. Some months later, it was just around Christmas time, Miya and Grandfather were again in Nagoya, intent on doing some more shopping from another long list provided to them by Miyas mother, and also to do a bit of shopping for themselves and their friends. Together they walked up Hisaya Odori Street toward the Matsuzakaya Department Store; and as they drew closer, Miya-chan began to look this way and that, hoping perhaps to catch even just a glimpse of the old Shigunjin Ojchan, but he was nowhere to be seen. As they crossed the street and stood at the corner of the Matsuzakaya building where the old man had stood, they found that there was no one or was there?

To this very day, Miya would tell you that she isnt at all certain; but she would have sworn at the time that she saw the faintest of figure, just a wisp of the old solder, there leaning against the wall a man wearing a white hat and a white kimono, his left arm in a sling, his heavily bandaged left leg just visible beneath his robe, and his right leg missing entirely, from the knee on down. A crutch, with a thick, make-shift pad, wrapped in dirty white cloth, stood next to him, propped up against the wall, and he held an old rusty harmonica to his mouth playing Yuyake Koyake.

Illustrations by Aoi Tokugawa

Translated by H. Tokugawa and H. Sait

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