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THE PARADE


I left the office of Lenin Kolkhoz and went back to the
hotel. I thought I would take a shower but the water was cold
so I didn't. I checked the hotel's restaurant and ate what they
had: cheese, eggs, ikra (salmon caviar), ham, bread, yogurt,
vodka. The time didn't seem to be right. There was nothing
hot.
I got into bed early.
The next day, it was cloudy all through the morning. It
was already afternoon when the sun at last showed itself.
The town didn't look so different, from Europe or the
United States to me, but on second thought, there were no
McDonald's nor video shops. A supermarket of a Russian-
Dutch joint venture was collecting a long line of people.
I went down the street, which was a slope I had walked the
day before. Then, I came to a waterfront where there was a
large square. In center of the square, a statue of Lenin was
standing.
This place was beside the port of Petropavlovsk
Kamchatskij. On the shore were stands selling beef steaks on
spits, books, vodka, beer, bread and so on. There was a nuclear
Submarine floating in the middle of the bay. Helicopters were
flying in the sky, blasting their propellers. An armoured car
was parked and lots of children were gathering around it.
I noticed that it was Naval Day.
Soon a parade began.
Various units wearing different uniforms marched along
with standard bearers in front.
I was in the crowd, standing on a wooden-made deck, which
seemed to be temporary built to observe the parade.
I saw a Russian woman crying. I didn't know why. But I
saw in the sight something similar to the Japanese people -- a
touch of wet mentality, perhaps.

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