At 3 a.m. in the early drawn, suddenly the phone was ringing. Kyoko took the receiver.
“Hello, hello, are you Saori Nishino’s mother?” Someone said.
“Yes, I am.”
“This is the police in Tokyo. It’s awful.
Your daughter fell down with her body bloodied at a Japanese shrine close to W university.
She cut her wrist, probably an attempted suicide.
Someone passing by found out her, and then she was brought to an emergency hospital.
She is in the hospital now and her condition is very serious from loss of blood.
Come here immediately.”
On hearing about her daughter, Kyoko hurried to Tokyo on Shinkansen Komachi, which is a bullet train running through the north-east area in Japan.
Saori had a narrow escape from death thanks to the emergency treatment. But after the incident, the darkness came to Kyoko.
It has never been broken since then.
She couldn’t see even a glimmer of light.
She cried and shouted.
No one responded to her cries.
She squatted down and became motionless on the spot, completely alone.
Then, grasping at something unseen, she cried out in despair with heavy burden.
While shouting every day, she was attracted to ‘La Folia’, which was one of the violin pieces cheerful Saori practiced hard in her elementary school days.
It started slowly, as it folded and folded and ran rhythmically, sometimes gently, other times elevating and trembling．
The melody resonated with her spirit and harmonized with the wave length of her existence……….
……….gradually she could get the actual feeling of her life.