Norwegian Wood by Haruki Murakami

Artwork by Michela Pilotti

 

At the end of that month Sturmtruppen gave me a firefly. […]

I know fireflies well, he said confidently, and I had neither elements nor a precise reason to counter it. All right, it's a firefly, granted.

 

 

On that Sunday afternoon, several things happened, one after the other. It was a strange day. In the neighbourhood, very close to Midori's house, a fire broke out, we went up to the terrace, stood there and watched it, and at one point, I don't know how we did it, we kissed each other.

 

 

- Would you like to walk some more?

- All right, - I said.

We crossed the clearing, then a copse, then another clearing. And as we walked Naoko told me about her dead sister.