The fleet arrived in Greece, the land of Konstantiniadis' ancestors, dropping anchor at Heraklion in Crete. Shoji and Chidori decided to take the time and explore this new place. Chidori had been to Europe before, but this was a first for her. Her time in Europe had been spent studying in England.
As they walked the streets of Heraklion, Shoji noticed the North Korean constantly following them. It didn't annoy him. He's probably lost. he thought. Living in North Korea must be really hard on him.
But whenever he turned around, the North Korean would duck to the side and try to hide himself.
As the Japanese turned his head to look back, Kim Nam-ha threw himself behind a wall and cringed, his hands trembling. Did he see me? he thought anxiously. He remained there for a few seconds then leaned to peer at the couple.
They continued their walk. Kim Nam-ha detached himself from the wall and followed them.
Once again, the Japanese glanced over his shoulder.
Kim Nam-ha threw himself into the door of a bookstore. Looking through the window, he saw the couple continue on their way back to the port.
"Excuse me," said a voice behind him, causing him to start. Turning around, he saw a fat, middle-aged, man.
"Are you looking for something?" continued the man. "This is my store."
"No!" cried Kim Nam-ha, frightened. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"
Bowing profusely to the owner, he ran out of the bookstore blindly. After running for a while without a thought, he realized he was lost.
Shoji and Chidori returned to the port and were greeted with a new batch of arrivals. There was one group, about six of them from France, that actually approached him; they had heard of the speech he made.
"Hello, Shoji Kawamura!" said one of them, approaching Shoji with an extended hand. "I am Francois Moreau. My friends and I heard about your speech in New York!"
Shoji laughed and shook Francois' hand. "It's nothing, really," he said.
"We've come all this way here because we want to be free from the meaninglessness of living in our society," Francois continued. "The six of us here, let me introduce you; Andre, Louis, Raoul, Raymond, Suzette and Antoine."
He gestured to his friends, who greeted Shoji in turn. But Shoji noticed something. "Antoine?" he wondered. "I thought there were only six of you."
Francois laughed. "Of course," he said. "Antoine is still in France, but he will follow us in a few days' time."
"He's a Green Oceans information officer, like you," added Suzette.
At this point Chidori, who had gone back in the hotel with Simon, came running back to Shoji with Simon behind her. She was very excited. "Shoji! Shoji!" she cried.
She fell upon his left arm, wrapping her arms around it. "It's Sayoko!"
Sayoko was the woman who was with child.
"She's about to give birth!"
Meanwhile, in Paris, France...
All was quiet in the apartment building, all except for the sound of pleasurable, sensuous, moaning coming from behind one apartment door. This one had a plaque on it which read: Antoine Leclercq, Green Oceans.
Arkady Petrov sat up and lit a cigarette. He was naked and had been busy all day and all night. He looked down at his right, at the naked young man still lying down and high on cocaine.
"Well, that's that," he remarked. "It's a pity I'll have to waste you soon; you were great in bed and really cute. But I have a job to do."
As they walked the streets of Heraklion, Shoji noticed the North Korean constantly following them. It didn't annoy him. He's probably lost. he thought. Living in North Korea must be really hard on him.
But whenever he turned around, the North Korean would duck to the side and try to hide himself.
As the Japanese turned his head to look back, Kim Nam-ha threw himself behind a wall and cringed, his hands trembling. Did he see me? he thought anxiously. He remained there for a few seconds then leaned to peer at the couple.
They continued their walk. Kim Nam-ha detached himself from the wall and followed them.
Once again, the Japanese glanced over his shoulder.
Kim Nam-ha threw himself into the door of a bookstore. Looking through the window, he saw the couple continue on their way back to the port.
"Excuse me," said a voice behind him, causing him to start. Turning around, he saw a fat, middle-aged, man.
"Are you looking for something?" continued the man. "This is my store."
"No!" cried Kim Nam-ha, frightened. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"
Bowing profusely to the owner, he ran out of the bookstore blindly. After running for a while without a thought, he realized he was lost.
Shoji and Chidori returned to the port and were greeted with a new batch of arrivals. There was one group, about six of them from France, that actually approached him; they had heard of the speech he made.
"Hello, Shoji Kawamura!" said one of them, approaching Shoji with an extended hand. "I am Francois Moreau. My friends and I heard about your speech in New York!"
Shoji laughed and shook Francois' hand. "It's nothing, really," he said.
"We've come all this way here because we want to be free from the meaninglessness of living in our society," Francois continued. "The six of us here, let me introduce you; Andre, Louis, Raoul, Raymond, Suzette and Antoine."
He gestured to his friends, who greeted Shoji in turn. But Shoji noticed something. "Antoine?" he wondered. "I thought there were only six of you."
Francois laughed. "Of course," he said. "Antoine is still in France, but he will follow us in a few days' time."
"He's a Green Oceans information officer, like you," added Suzette.
At this point Chidori, who had gone back in the hotel with Simon, came running back to Shoji with Simon behind her. She was very excited. "Shoji! Shoji!" she cried.
She fell upon his left arm, wrapping her arms around it. "It's Sayoko!"
Sayoko was the woman who was with child.
"She's about to give birth!"
Meanwhile, in Paris, France...
All was quiet in the apartment building, all except for the sound of pleasurable, sensuous, moaning coming from behind one apartment door. This one had a plaque on it which read: Antoine Leclercq, Green Oceans.
Arkady Petrov sat up and lit a cigarette. He was naked and had been busy all day and all night. He looked down at his right, at the naked young man still lying down and high on cocaine.
"Well, that's that," he remarked. "It's a pity I'll have to waste you soon; you were great in bed and really cute. But I have a job to do."
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