Chapter 20 3 Car and Driver (2)

Do you want to go back to the company?Or where are you going?the driver asked me.The same driver as when I came, but a little more attentive than when I came.Probably easy to get acquainted with people in terms of personality. After I stretched my arms and legs as comfortably as possible on the seat, I began to think about where to go?Not going back to the company.The thought of explaining this and that to my partner gives me a headache. How should I explain it?And first of all, I'm still on vacation.But I don't want to go straight home.I always feel that before going home, it is better to have a look at the normal world where normal people walk normally on two feet.

To Shinjuku west exit.I said. Even though it was almost dusk, the road towards Shinjuku was very congested.After a certain point, the car seemed to break down, barely moving.It feels as if the car is only moved by a few centimeters when it is shaken by the waves occasionally.For a moment I tried to think about the speed of the earth's rotation.Exactly how many kilometers per hour is the surface of the road rotating in space?I did a quick calculation in my head, trying to come up with an approximate number, but was that faster than a coffee mug at the fairground?Not sure.There are so many things we don't quite know.It just feels like it's clear.If aliens come in front of me, ask me and say hello!How many kilometers per hour does the equator rotate?I will be very nervous.I think I probably can't even explain why Wednesday comes after Tuesday, maybe they will laugh at me? I have read The Brothers of Karamazov and And Quiet Flows the Don three times each.I even read "German Ideology" once.I can recite pi to sixteen digits below the decimal point.Even so, they will still laugh at me, right?Maybe laugh?Will die laughing?

Do you want to listen to music?the driver asked. OK.I said. So Chopin's "Ballade" sounded in the car.Atmosphere becomes like waiting room of wedding hall. gentlemen.I try to ask the driver.Do you know pi? Are you referring to the 3.14 thing? Well, but how many digits below the decimal point can you say? I know thirty-two.The driver acted nonchalantly.It won't work any further. Thirty-two? Yes, I have a special notation.how? No, it's okay.I'm disappointed to say that.nothing. Then we listened to Chopin for a while, and the car moved forward about ten meters.The drivers of the surrounding cars and the passengers of the bus stared wide-eyed at the monstrous vehicle we were riding in.Even though you know that the windows are made of special glass and you can't see the inside from the outside, it's not very comfortable to be stared at by others like this.

The traffic is so congested.I said. yes.said the driver.But just as there is no night without daylight, there is no end-to-end traffic jam. That's true.I said.But won't you be in a hurry? Of course you will, and you will be angry and unhappy.Especially when you are in a hurry, it is always inevitable.But I later thought that this is a test for us, that is to say, being angry is equivalent to admitting defeat. Sounds like a pretty religious explanation for traffic jams. I'm christian.Although he did not attend church, he was always a Christian. oh?I nod.But don't Christians and drivers of right-wing bigwigs contradict each other?

Mr. is an amazing person. Among the people I have met, he is second only to God. Have you ever met God? certainly.Call every night. But.After saying that, I hesitated a little.My mind started to get confused again.However, if everyone calls God, will the line be too congested and the line will always be busy talking?For example, the directory inquiry desk after noon. That's nothing to worry about.God is a simultaneous being.So every time there are a million people calling, God can speak to a million people at the same time. I'm not sure, but is this the orthodox interpretation?That is to say, in theological terms.

I am radical.So I can't get along with the church. oh?I said. The car only advanced about fifty meters.I had a cigarette in my mouth and was about to light it when I started noticing that I was holding the lighter tightly in my hand.The man gave me a Dupont lighter with a sheep pattern, and I kept holding it in my hand unconsciously.The silver lighter, as if it has been there since I was born, is obediently stuck in the palm of my hand.No matter the weight or the touch, it is completely impeccable.I thought about it for a while, and finally decided to leave it as it is.I guess if they dropped a lighter or two, no one would care.I opened and closed the lid two or three times, lit a cigarette, and put the lighter in my pocket.And throw the lighters that were discarded after the BIC brand is used up as a substitute into the pocket slot of the car door.

Mr. told me several years ago.the driver said suddenly. What? God's phone number. I sighed deliberately not to let him hear.Am I crazy?Or are they crazy? Did he just whisper it to you? Yes.He only whispered to me.He is an amazing person.Do you want to know too? if possible.I said. Then let me tell you, Tokyo, 945 Wait a moment.As I said that, I took out the manual and ballpoint pen, and wrote down the number. But will it matter if you tell me? It doesn't matter.I don't tell people casually, but you seem like a nice guy to me. Thanks then.I said.But what exactly should you tell God?Besides, I'm not a Christian.

I guess that's not a big deal.You just need to tell the truth what you are thinking and worrying about.No matter how boring.God will never be bored or look down on you. Thanks.I'll try to make a call. That's good.said the driver. The car glides smoothly.We began to see the building of Shinjuku we were going to.We didn't say anything until Shinjuku.