Yesterday I finished a short story by Andre Dubus, Deaths at Sea. Most of it takes place in the japanese harbour of Yokosuka in 1961. It’s a story about american sailors, racism, liberty nights. Then today I’ve stumbled upon a picture by Shomei Tomatsu in the Moma.

The title is Sailors in Yokosuka. Year: 1960. It’s also about american sailors and liberty nights in a far japanese harbour. The coincidence struck me. Am I in the middle of a dialogue between two authors, two works? I’ve made it possible just being me, just being there.