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I sat on a barrel aboard the cruise ship watching as the first star appeared in the night sky. I had begun to realize that I wasn’t sure if I belonged in Japan any longer. I was returning while the country remained in turmoil our version of the stock market in ruins everything held together by string and tape. I felt immune to that my only concern finding my parents, alive or dead. I needed to know. I left in 1941, one year of school overseas that’s all it was supposed to be. 6 years later I was going home.
