"A cover is always necessary. In concealment lies a great part of our strength. And hence we must always hide ourselves under the name of another" 

Hmm. Interesting choice of words, don't your agree? 

I'm trying to kill some tedious time by going over some books I brought with me from Europe. I'm currenlty locked in my room, aboard the ship that will take me to Kobe's port. 

Back to the book. This author confuses me greatly, because he is stark clear in some parts and down right obscure in some others. But I guess that's the style of most Italian writers. Nice place, Italy. Killed a couple of interlopers there. Ah, the sights were nice too.  I can help but smile and feel bonded with the description of the character that I am currently reading:

"The man was jovial, sly, feline, intelligent and astute, a counterfeiter of genius. He was first surrounded by petty bureaucrats, later was in contact with revolutionary groups. In 1879 he is arrested by the secret police and charged with having interacted with other terrorist companions after their attempted assasination of General ****.  He becomes a police informer and (here we go!) joins the ranks of the Black Hundreds..." 

Is it me, or this sounds strangely familiar? *chuckles* I flip some more pages, and smile some more at this man's story. He has about 10 different names. But I think my favorite one is Comte Saint Germian. Has a peculiar air to it, ne? 

After a couple of minutes, I let the book rest on a side table and put on a light jacket. Maybe I could walk around the ship for a while. 

Kobe is already in the horizon. 

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ooc: i'm actually very perplexed at finding this in such random reading.
author= umberto eco. 
book= foucault's pendulum, chapter 6 tiferret, section 96
character= comte saint germain, pierre rachkovsky, sir aglie, karl ragotgky, simon, etc
PS: lets not heed the incoherence of the time line, ok? book written in 1988 he he he 

Tags: book, spy
Current Mood: pensive

*claps merrily*

Ara, hello all! 

Wandering around Tokyo is as amusing and satisfactory as I had imagined. 

I hope to be able to talk to all of you and maybe spar yes? no?  at some time during my stay. 

Besides from greeting you, well! I just thought it would be nice to let you know through here and not through normal mail (you got my meaning ne?) that the GMT of yours truly is GMT -6. 

Where did I get the idea of being GMT +8 back then? Who knows, my traveling around Europe may have confused my sense of time. 

It would be so nice to find old faces like Sou-chan! And Kamiya-san too.  I think I've got the address of her dojo around here.....which surely will lead me to finally meet the famous Battousai. 

*wanders off some more*

Tags: gmt
Current Mood: busy

Kamatari Honjo desu.

 

You can always find me in the middle of controversy. Yes, I do not exaggerate if I say that paradox rules my existence.

 

Are you already wondering if I’m onna or otoko?

 

But let the matter of gender definition behind, and you’ll run into the matter of my alliances.

 

Am I pro Meiji or still a rebel? Still a Juppongatana or now National Army?

 

Sometimes I’m not sure myself. But don’t make it public. Hesitation is a liability a spy can not afford.

 

The one thing I was sure about….the one person I was sure about …. died many years ago, in the flames of glory and an ideal. He’s still present in my mind, as well as his teachings. A strong Japan, proud and exemplary, set in the way of progress and power.

  

Regardless of the fact that the Restoration bastards are the ones holding the power right now, that’s what I’m working for, killing for, even switching genders as easily as clothes for. Not that I’m an easy one, mind you. You’ll sooner find yourself imbedded on a kunai before getting cozy with me.

 

A good thing that I have certain freedom on the who-dies-and-who-doesn’t business within my field of a spy. Because in a few words, that’s what I have been doing since the final battle at the Aoiya: spying for Japan’s government in Europe, instead of letting myself face the fire squad under the charges of treason. Posing as a foreign student sometimes, a young aristocrat some others, once as a female performer of an itinerant Asian theater. Why the government prefers me in male roles is beyond me.   

 

But anyway, I decided to take on this deal instead of dying or spending a life in prison. Not that I have anything against little muscle boy Angy-san, what with his Buddha ways and all, but I will hardly achieve any forgiveness for my deeds, so why start trying?

 

Life with no regrets, I’m telling you. Rise, my son, kill and eat. Read that somewhere…oh, yeah, my European escapades have given me views on such an amount of things. There are many interesting sayings in that book.

 

Tricky thing, religion and politics. Better leave that to the bureaucrats. Let me get the info and the commit the assassinations. 

 

Forgive me if I ramble, but being back in Japan excites me. It’s been too damn long since I have spoken my language and dressed on my usual clothes. Which I hope to have stashed somewhere.

 

And there are people I’d like to see again. Tombs to visit as well. But more than anything, I’m thrilled to know I’m the bearer of uprising news. Ill fated or revolutionary, pick your adjective. It seems war with foreign states will make its first strike in Tokyo.

 

And that’s the way I’m heading right now. As I said before, in the middle of controversy.