Akiko Hirai
I have a poor memory for formative moments, but I do remember my life changing one rainy summer day when, aged nine or ten, I saw three Japanese animated films with my father. My parents had separated shortly after my first birthday; my father lived abroad, and we rarely shared each other’s company. So we watched alone, the two of us, until the room disappeared, lit only by the illumination of the television screen.
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