Brazil-Maru

We were a small, inconsequential dot on a virtually unmapped area. We were the tiny seed of a small beginning, one story among many

true Japanese spirit and the possibility that this spirit could best be raised in a new country, free from the old ways. Once they pointed to me and said something about a French writer named Rousseau. “Here then is our Japanese Emile.”

But we were all alike in our expectations of Brazil: the promised wealth of the coffee harvest, the vastness of the land, the adventure of a new life

perhaps, here is a story that belongs to all of us who travel distances to find something that is, after all, home