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“When you come to Japan and visit Nachi-Katsuura you can stay in my home, at the mountains.” - He said and continued enthusiastic - “Also I will show you around and take you wherever you wish to go. I’ll pick you up at the train station when you arrive. Please come and visit me and my wife.” I promised I would. Ninakawa-San was an old but strong man I met the first time I visited Japan on a tour I took made by my japanese school teacher. He lived in the beautiful and peaceful town of Nachi-Katsuura, near a world heritage area called Kumano Kodo. Our Japanese teacher had friends living there and took the entire class to the town. They were very kind and hospital people, even the town mayor received us. We got along with each other well and when we came back to Mexico, I began a pen-pal relationship with a woman that also lived there, Ikuko and with Ninakawa-San. Ninakawa used to send me pictures of his rice fields on the mountain next to his home. He had a garden full of lettuce, potatoes, onions and turnips. He enjoyed cultivating, he occupied a government possition and practiced Tai Chi when he was free. Four years ago, Ikuko told me she wanted to visit me and the people who went to the Japan’s tour and she stayed at my home. She encouraged Ninakawa to go with her, because he never had travelled to a foreign country before. So he did and stayed at the house of a friend who also went to the tour. We spent some awesome time together, visiting lots of touristic places here in Mexico. When Ninakawa had to return to Japan, he made me promised to visit him, as soon as possible. I said "I promise" and planned to go the next winter but I couldn’t due to some economical problems I had at that time, so those plans where postponed indefinitely. The next year’s April, I was waking up in the morning when suddenly Ikuko sent me a message. It said Ninakawa-San just passed away without anyone knowing he had cancer on a terminal stage. I couldn’t believe how a man that looked so healthy, that was with us the last year on vacations, just passed away like that. I started crying full of sadness, because of the frustration of being so far away, for not knowing about his cancer and also without the means to go to Nachi-Katsuura and bring my condolences to his wife. Two years passed, I resulted elected on a japanese language video competition with a video I made and won a round trip to Japan. I contacted Ikuko, but she was living in Osaka by that time, so she connected me with the (unknown for me) wife of Ninakawa-San who immediately accepted my request to join her in Nachi-Katsuura, but not only for a meeting, she also offered to pick me up at the train station, to show me around and to stay at her home in the mountains, just as Ninakawa wanted to. We arranged the date, I took an almost 4 hours trip by train to Kii-Katsuura, a town near Nachi. I arrived to the station at night and there she was, Ninakawa’s wife, Yoshiko-San, waiting for me at the train station. I cannot describe the sensation of meeting her for the first time, at those circumstances. It was heartwarming when we began to talk about Ninakawa when she drove a long curved way up to the mountain and arrived to an old house in the middle of the forest with more than 100 years of antiquity. The next day, we woke up early and she drove to a place within the forest. A buddhist temple in the Kumano-Kodo that had the ashes of Ninakawa. “Mayra came from far away just to see you and I’m so happy for that. I’m so glad we had met” - She said while sincere tears rolled down her cheeks and suddenly some tears began to fall from mine too when I just realized we were together, the three of us. I was visiting Ninakawa, I fulfilled my promise.