Amélie defends to fiction, its approach is authentic. Lest she? Surely with, in the air, a planned trip to Japan organized by a television channel. First of just nostalgia for the beloved country, in the usual sense, one that is full of regrets. True elective affinity for this brilliant archipelago desire dy return but "The void drive" first degree, that of inhibition, watches and can destroy the best impulses. Even when we go back. But there everything changed. Identification almost impossible places and people. However brief reunion with Nishio-san, mother-nurturer and Japanese intense and difficult separation, crushed heart. That's a lot of emotions all that, but at heart vaillantA Shukugawa back to kindergarten, without the "class dandelions," fortunately the slide is still there, a remnant games lenfanceTouchant but still not childish! In Kyoto, time does not stop as in Assisi ... but wonders! Both can cause déblouissement Stendhal syndrome or that of the traveler. This is too much beauty too, the mind does not support it or evil. As for Tokyo, city enterprise, this is also a return to Fear and Trembling profane Pilgrimage in Fukushima, unhappiness with The acceptance stagnates there. Accompanied by Rinri former fiancé, became master jeweler, this is another kind dévocation. There is nothing to regret, come, this is the happy nostalgia purest, most to him dailleurs for Amelie who sy is not yet fully converted. It did not occur to order these things. It remains a beautiful psychic renovation program since the term "Natsukashii" which in Japanese means the happy nostalgia, is "the moment the best memory comes to mind and filled with sweetness. "My God, why not! Meanwhile, we do not lose business acumen, meeting with the editorial world, interpreter, translator facetious and literary meal with convocation of the great poets, Domar Khayyam Gérard de Nerval. What great people! Beyond these emotions, these contacts, these strong visual impressions, even beyond the happy nostalgia than done so, we can also aspire to the Satori, the awakening liberating ideal of Zen. In between, only (but this is already a lot) moments of grace, the state of Kensho or fullness of a present that nothing can disturb, "I am an effervescent aspirin that dissolves in Tokyo" sighs with this very contemporary metaphor the thing, Amélie in Wonderland. Inevitable return jet, Himalayas seen davion beauty and night. The ability to marvel at what is great and sublime can save us from meanness ... What, you do not know? But who will then express the inexpressible? And how?