ABSTRACT
The author went to Japan in the spring of 1924 (the 13th year of Taisho) when he was ten. His father went to Japan in 1923, the year of the Kanto Earthquake, as a recruit in a mine in Kyushu, and returned after working about a year. He took me on his second trip to Japan. Leaving his mother, young brother, and sister, he held his father’s hand as they went to the pier for the Shimonoseki-Pusan ferry. Their boat, the Keifukumaru, was the first ferry he saw, and it looked like a small mountain. Although he could not see it clearly since it was night, he said to his father, “It’s like a small mountain,” and he still remember that he laughed.
