A Solitary Man #3

What you call a feast is not the same as before; it is now a holiday. I'm a bit old-fashioned. I'd like to visit the village. The great uncle in the photo is my father's uncle. Do not think that he is alone; the house is packed full of relatives and neighbors. Coincidentally, I went out for a cigarette to get some fresh air. "I'm saying, Uncle, what are you doing here?" He laughs, under his mustache, "It was so crowded, I ran away. That's the best thing about being a quiet person; no one notices when you run out. If it's a lady, people look at her immediately. In 10 seconds, everyone will say, "Where is Hadime?" Never mind that he looked so sad, he was laughing hard after that.