ABSTRACT
We hadn't been back to Haneda Airport since we arrived 1 year earlier. The echoes of service announcements and the crowds brought back memories of old feelings, like the anticipation of a cold, rainy day. The rapid flipping of the departure charts caught my eye. "Well, it looks like we're on time." Papa said. I then realized I was in a swirling sea of foreigners. We all stared at one another, looking for familiar faces, like eager ghosts searching for ancestors. Here in the confines of a concrete block, strangers let down their guards for smiles and communication.
