Chapter 26 Chapter 7 The Adventures of the Dolphin Hotel

1 Complete the move at the movie theater.to dolphin hotel On the plane, she sat by the window and kept looking at the scenery under her eyes.I have been reading "The Case of Sherlock Holmes" by the side.No matter where you go, there is still no cloud in the sky, and the shadow of the plane is always reflected on the ground.To be correct, since we are sitting in the plane, the shadow of the plane moving in the mountains should also include our shadow.Then we will be branded on the earth. I like that person.She said while drinking orange juice from a paper cup. who? driver. oh.I said.I would also like.

And sardine is also a good name. yes.A good name indeed.The cat may be happier there than when I raised it. It's not a cat, it's a sardine. correct.It's sardines. Why have you never named your cat? Yeah, why on earth?I said.Then light a cigarette with a lighter with a sheep pattern on it.It must be because I don't like the so-called name.I'm me, you're you, we're us, they're them, don't I think that's great? oh.she says.However, I quite like the term we.It always feels like the atmosphere of the ice age, don't you think? Ice Age? For example, should we migrate south, or should we hunt mammoths or something.

Well, makes sense.I said. When I picked up my luggage at Chitose Airport and went outside, the air was colder than expected.I put the denim shirt that was worn around my neck over the T-shirt, and she wore a woolen vest over the shirt.Compared with Tokyo, the autumn coolness came to the earth exactly one month earlier. It seems that we should have known each other during the Ice Age.She said on the bus to Sapporo.You hunt the mammoths, I'll raise the kids. Seems great.I said. Then she slept and I looked out the bus window at the continuous deep forest that lined the road. When we arrived in Sapporo, we walked into a tea shop for coffee.

Let's decide on the basic policy first.I said.We split up to find.That is, I try to find the scenery in the photo, and you try to find the sheep.This saves time. Seems quite reasonable. If it goes well.I said.In short, I hope you can check the distribution of the main pastures and the types of sheep in Hokkaido.I think just go to the library or the Hokkaido Provincial Government to check. I like libraries.she says. very good. Do you want to start now? I look at the clock.Three thirty.No, it's too late. Let's start tomorrow.Take it easy today and decide where to live.Eat, shower, go to bed.

I really want to watch a movie.she says. Movie? After all, I saved a lot of time by flying. That's right.I said.So we walked into the first movie theater we saw. ◇ We watched a crime movie and a horror movie back-to-back.The seats were empty.Haven't been to such an empty movie theater for a long time.We counted the audience to pass the time.There were eight people including us.Movies have more characters than audiences. As for the movie, it's just as miserable.From the moment MGM's lion roars and the theme of the movie emerges on the screen, it's the kind of movie that makes you want to stand up and walk out.There are such movies.

Even so, she still stared at the screen seriously with her eyes wide open as if she was about to eat it, and there was no room for her to interrupt.So I gave up my thoughts and decided to watch it. The first one was a horror movie.Movies where demons take over the city.The devil lived in the basement of the church, and used the weak pastor as a lackey.Why the devil wanted to dominate that city; I don't know, because it's really just a shabby little town surrounded by cornfields. But the devil is very persistent in sticking to that city, and he is also angry that there is only one girl who is not under his control.When the demon got angry, his messy green jelly-like body shook with rage.There seemed to be something lovely in that angry way.

The middle-aged man in the seat in front of us continued to snore mournfully like a foghorn.The person seated in the right-hand corner is engaged in an intense caress.Someone behind farts loudly.It was so loud that the snoring of the middle-aged man stopped instantly.The two high school girls giggled. I thought of sardines reflexively.When I think of sardines, I finally realize that I have left Tokyo and come to Sapporo.On the other hand, I can't really feel that I'm far away from Tokyo until I hear someone fart. It's incredible. I actually fell asleep thinking about it.A green devil appeared in the dream, and the devil in the dream was not cute at all.Just staring at me in the dark.

I woke up when the movie was over and the arena was lit up.The audience yawned one after the other as if they had made an appointment.I bought two ice creams at the small shop and came back to eat with her.Ice cream as hard as leftovers from last summer. have you been sleeping Um.I said.Does it look good? It's amazing.Finally the city exploded. oh? The movie theater was eerily quiet.Rather, it was eerily quiet around me.It feels weird. Hi.she says.It seems that the body is still moving, don't you think? It's true what she said. She holds my hand.Just don't let go, I'm so worried.

Um. Otherwise, it seems like it will move to another place.an unknowable place. As the scene went dark and the trailer began, I brushed her hair and kissed her ears. No problem, don't worry. Like you said.she whispered.After all, it is better to take the transportation with a name. During the hour and a half of the second movie, we continue to move silently in the dark.She kept her cheek on my shoulder.My shoulders are warm and wet from her breath. ◇ After walking out of the movie theater, I walked on the street at dusk with my arms around her shoulders.She and I seem to be getting closer than before.The noise of passers-by coming and going on the street sounds very comfortable, and there are faint stars shining in the sky

Are we really in the right place?she asked. I look up at the sky.Polaris is in the right place.But it also looks like a fake Polaris.Too big and too bright. Who knows.I said. I feel like something is wrong. That's where you haven't been.The body is not quite used to it yet. Will you get used to it soon? It will take about two or three days to get used to it.I said. After we were tired from walking, we walked into a restaurant we saw.Each drank two glasses of draft beer.Had the potato and salmon meal.Although it was a random break in, the food is quite good.The beer tastes really good, the white sauce is so refreshing and full of flavor.

alright.I said while drinking coffee.It's almost time to decide where to live. I already have an impression of where I live.she says. how is it like? In short, try to read the hotel names in order first and listen to them. I asked the less than enthusiastic waiter to bring the occupational directory.I read the hotel and restaurant page from the beginning.After going on for about forty or so she told me to stop. This is good. this? Where was the last hotel you just went to? Dolphin Hotel.I read. What's the meaning? Dolphin Hotel. Just decided to live here. Never heard of it. But I don't think there should be any place to live other than here. I thank you and return the phone book to the waiter.Try calling the Dolphin Hotel.A man with a vague voice answered the phone.Said double or single room was still available.Just to be on the safe side, I asked him what kind of rooms are there other than double rooms and single rooms?In addition to double rooms and single rooms, there are no other rooms.I was a bit confused but booked a double room anyway and tried to ask how much it would cost.The accommodation fee was 40% cheaper than I thought. The Dolphin Hotel is three blocks west of the movie theater we entered and one street south.The restaurant is small and has no personality.It's so impersonal that it's impossible to think of a more impersonal hotel.There is even a certain metaphysical atmosphere in that impersonality.There are no neon lights, no big billboards, and not even a decent entrance.There was only a copper plate engraved with Dolphin Hotel next to a nondescript glass door that looked like a restaurant employee's entrance.Not even a drawing of a dolphin. The building is five stories high, and it is as flat as a large matchbox straight up.If you look closely, it's actually not very old, but it's old enough to attract people's attention.It must have been ancient from the time it was built. This is the Dolphin Hotel. But she seemed to like the Dolphin Restaurant at first sight. It's a good hotel.she says. How do you say it's perfect?I asked her back. It's elegant, and there doesn't seem to be anything superfluous. extra stuff.I said.By extra stuff you mean no stains on the sheets, or the sink that doesn't leak, or the air conditioner is well adjusted, or soft toilet paper, or fresh soap, or curtains that haven't faded from the sun. ? You pay too much attention to the dark side of things.she said with a smile.Anyway, we're not here for sightseeing. As soon as the door was opened, there was a larger hall than expected.In the center of the hall is a set of sofas for guests and a large color TV.The TV that was always on was showing the picture of the quiz program with prizes.But no one was there. There are large pots of foliage plants on both sides of the door.Half of the leaves have changed color?I closed the door and stood between two potted plants looking out into the hall for a moment.From a closer look, the foyer is not that big.It looks big because of the extreme lack of furniture.A hospitality sofa, a wall clock, and a full-length mirror, but nothing else. I moved closer to the wall and tried to see the clock and the mirror.Both are gifts from others.The clock was off by seven minutes, and the reflection of my head in the mirror was slightly offset from my body. The reception sofas are also as old as the hotel itself.The orange of the fabric is a rather strange orange.The orange-red color that seems to have been exposed to the strong sun, rained for a week, and then thrown into the basement to make it moldy.This color was seen in the very early days of natural color film. On the bench of the original sofa, a middle-aged man whose head was half bald was lying down and sleeping there like a dried fish.He looked a bit dead at first, but was actually just asleep.The nose twitches from time to time.There are traces of glasses frames on the base of the nose, but the glasses cannot be seen.From this point of view, it doesn't look like he was half asleep while watching TV. I really don't understand what's going on. I stood at the counter and looked inside the counter, but no one was there.She rang the counter bell.A jingle bell filled the empty hall. Waited for thirty seconds, nothing happened.The middle-aged man on the bench didn't wake up either. She rang the counter bell again. The middle-aged man on the bench snorted, as if he was blaming himself.Then the man opened his eyes and looked at us in a daze. Then she rang the bell a third time. The man jumped up from the bench and walked across the hall, past me and into the counter.The man turned out to be the shopkeeper. sorry.the man said.I'm so sorry, I fell asleep waiting and waiting. Sorry to wake you up.I said. Where, where, there is no such thing.The shopkeeper said.So I handed over the accommodation card and ballpoint pen to me.The little and middle fingers of his left hand have no fingertips from the second joint onwards. After I wrote my real name on the lodging card once, I crumpled it up and stuffed it into my pocket after thinking about it, and filled in a new card with a random name and random address.Although it was an ordinary address and an ordinary name, it was not a bad name and address on a whim.Occupation is written as real estate. The shopkeeper put on a pair of thick celluloid-framed glasses that lay next to the phone, and read them very carefully. Twenty-nine years old from Suginami District, Tokyo, real estate industry. I took the toilet paper out of my pocket and wiped the ballpoint ink off my hands. Are you here to discuss business this time?The shopkeeper asked. Um, ah.I said. How many nights do you plan to stay? a month.I said. a month?He looked at my face the same way he looked at a piece of white construction paper.Do you want to live for a month? Not available? No, it's not inconvenient, it's just that we want to be able to check out every three days. I put the luggage on the ground, took the envelope out of my pocket, counted twenty brand new 10,000-yen bills, and placed them on the counter. If it's not enough, I'll make it up later.I said. The shopkeeper picked up the bills with the three fingers of his left hand, and counted the bills twice with his right hand.Then fill in the amount on the receipt and give it to me.Please let me know if you have any special wishes for the room. Preferably a side room away from the elevator. The shopkeeper turned his back to me and looked at the key board, hesitantly picked up the key number 406.The keys are almost all lined up on the key board.The Dolphin Hotel seems hardly a successful restaurant. Because there is no such thing as a waiter in the Dolphin Hotel, we had to carry our luggage to the elevator by ourselves.As she said, there is nothing superfluous in this restaurant.The elevator rattled and rattled like a large dog with lung disease. If you want to stay for a long time, it is better to have a small and refreshing hotel like this.she says. The so-called small and refreshing restaurant is indeed not a bad expression.Like a phrase that might appear on the travel page of anan magazine.If you want to stay for a long time, it is straightforward to say that a small and refreshing restaurant is best. But when I walked into a small and clean hotel room, the first thing I had to do was to kill the little cockroaches crawling on the window panes with my slippers, and pick up the two pubic hairs that fell at the foot of the bed and throw them into the trash cylinder.This is the first time to see cockroaches in Hokkaido.At that time, she adjusted the temperature of the hot water and prepared to take a bath.All in all a faucet that makes a loud noise. Should live in a better hotel.I opened the bathroom door and yelled at her.How much money do you want? It's not about money.This is where we start looking for sheep.In short, you can't live here. I lay in bed, smoked a cigarette, turned on the TV, went through all the channels and turned it off again.Only the TV picture is normal.The sound of hot water stopped, and she threw the clothes through the door.The sound of water from the shower can be heard. When I opened the curtains, I could see small buildings lined up on the opposite side of the road, which were as inexplicable as the Dolphin Hotel.Every building is filthy as if covered in a layer of dust, and you can smell piss just by looking at it.It was nearly nine o'clock, and several window lights were still on.The people inside are busy working.As for what kind of work he was doing, he couldn't tell, but he didn't look very happy anyway.Perhaps from their eyes, I don't look very happy. I drew the curtains and went back to bed, lying on the sheets as starched as hard as asphalt, thinking about my divorced wife.Try to think about the man she lives with.I know very well about that man.Since it was originally my friend, it is impossible not to be unclear.He was twenty-seven years old, and he was a not-so-famous jazz guitarist. For not-so-famous jazz guitarists, he was quite normal.His temper isn't too bad either.Just a lack of personal style.One year it was between Kenny Burrell and BBKing, another year it was between Larry Coryell and Jim Hall. Why would she choose such a man after me?I don't quite know.It is true that there is probably a so-called tendency among each person's human nature.His only advantage over me is that he can play the guitar. My advantage over him is that he can wash dishes.Most guitarists don't wash dishes, because there's no reason to exist if you hurt your fingers. Then I thought about my sex life with her.And to pass the time, I tried to count the number of times I had sex in my four years of marriage.But the resulting number is incorrect, and I don't think the incorrect number has any meaning.Maybe I should keep a diary.At least make a mark on the notepad or something.This way I can correctly track the number of times I have had sex over a four-year period.All I need is a reality that can be expressed in correct numbers. My divorced wife has a correct record of sexual activity.Not in a diary.Since the year she had menarche, she has been recording the correct physiological date in her college notebook.It also includes records of sexual activity for reference purposes.There were eight volumes of college notes, and she kept them in a locked drawer along with important letters and photos.She doesn't let anyone see it.Exactly how detailed she remembered the sex was, I don't know.Today after breaking up with her, I will never know. If I die.This is what she often says.You burn these notes.After pouring diesel oil and burning it completely, bury it in the soil.If you read a word, I will never forgive you. But I have been sleeping with you.I probably know every corner of your body, why are you still shy? Cells are renewed every month.Even while doing it now.She stretched out the back of her slender hand to my eyes.Most of what you think you know is just a memory of me. A month or so before her divorce, she was a woman with such strict ideas.She really had the right grasp of what is called reality in life.That is to say, once a door is closed, it cannot be opened again. Even so, it cannot keep everything open all the time. This is the principle. All I know of her now are but a few memories of her.Those memories fade away like aging cells.And I don't even know the correct number of times I've had sex with her.