"It was a dark and rainy night, splashing raindrops sounded on the closed window, like a bored drummer running his fingers in a random rythm on a hardwood table. Then an automatic door slided open, and a man walked in. He weared a long, black coat, the ones you see on secret agents, with the high collar. However, he was not a secret agent, although as a child he often dreamt about as such. Maybe a faint reason why he chose such a ridiculus outfit. The man carried a box, it was roughly the size of the papers they use in the xerox machine. Maybe a little wider. He put the box on the desk by the wall, and started to wait, with one of those looks, when someone is making an important meeting, and the other party has not arrived yet. He was about to walk his eyes over the furniture of the small room, which was by any standards, spartan...but then it happened.
The door to the outside opened with a loud scratch, and suddenly the forces of nature got an opportunity to enter the room, without even asking. The cold wind took a quick look around the room, and after not finding anything interesting in particular, it rested on the heater, silently dissipating. The few raidrops that got in through the open door wasn't that lucky.
Only a little while after they rested on the rubber floormat and started to stretch out a little, a large, muddy boot tripped over them. Then another one followed. As muddy boots rarely walk around by themselves, the present case wasn't different either. The occuppant was rather heavy in weight, and his width accorded to this. He was often told, that double doors were invented for his sake. And he wasn't offended by this at all. He was proud of his looks. His clothes were mostly consisted of a waterproof blueish coat, and a shielded cap. Of course he wore other clothes under the coat, but this was what the first sight observer could tell by a glance. He stepped forward, and towered on the other, who had to look up in order to meet his eye. The spy coated man talked first.
"Welcome. Pretty cruel rain we got here, eh?", he said in slightly crooked, asian accented english. He liked to speak in english, it always felt so official.
"Nothing like California", answered the wide-tower man, slightly shaking his coat, like a wet dog. "So, I heard you a job for me."
The man would looked like any ordinary man, if it was not for his cap, having a sign of a dolphin, holding a letter in its mouth. It was curled around a small lineart version of the globe. That sign, and the POST lettered plate on the side of his truck made this man a special kind of man. A postman.
"Yes...about that..", his voice was now slightly nervous, not sure where to start. Then the box on the table caught his eye.
"It's about this box. It contains very sensitive information, about selected people in a small country. It is utmost importance that the delivery must happen before spring breaks in. There were other boxes like this, but they are all gone by now, this is the last of its kind. Because of this you must be very careful, but at the same time, you must hurry." as he talked, the other man listened, his expression unchanged all along, spreading an aura of professionalism. "We have little time," spy-coat continued, "and there will be ones who may want to stop you, wild dogs, you have to fight the weather, struggle on your way, but you must prevail. Hapiness of hundreds of people are on you."
"I understand." said wide-tower as spy-coat handed him the box. "I will not fail."
And with not saying an another thing, he set out for his truck, into the hard rain. Spy-coat was watching as the other got into the drivers seat. My work is done here, that was as much as I could do, thought himself, as he was heading back on the high-tech corridors of the test correcting facility.
Meanwhile, the truck rolled out of the parking lot, and was on its way to the harbour.
Thus, the journey began..."
Maybe that's not the exact way it happened, but it could have been, because it took sooooo long for the test results to got here, maybe the dogs were half succesful, delaying the postman on his mission to deliver the box.
But last week, we got it finally! Mizu got hers some days later, because they post to the country people first, and later for the city people. For that reason, Mizu had some hard days waiting for her letter, but when she got it (we were on Japanese class) everyone was happy for her. ^^ Everyone has passed the exam, and we fulfilled our expectation to reach at least 90% :P
We had to celebrate this success, so we arranged a little ramentaberu at Momotaro ramen restaurant. We also invited Hikaru (she got her 3kyuu), and she brought her friend, too. We ate more or less of the ramen. (I can almost never finish the bowl, because it is too much for me ^^;;;), then we reflected to the summer camp together. Hikaru told us, that this years camp would take place at a different city. It will be interesting :)
After this afternoon ramen, I am travelling home on the train, but I'm still not hungry :P
Mata ne,
Nyekk
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