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| After the hard rain, huge rainbows were seen from the bus window. |
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| "Jesus christ paid for our sins". |
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| Hospital which Carver was born. |
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| Inside of the hospital. |
I visited a small town called Clatskanie several hours away by bus from Portland,
for tracing Raymond Carver, renowned as minimalistic American literture.
I took a bus there, and there were only a man and myself on the bus.
After the guy got off the bus,
I was actually the only one going to the Clatskanie.
I Passed a few small villages with abandoned barns and huts
in the forest were seen here and there.
Seeing those sceneries through the bus window,
I found that this IS the landscape I like the most,
which is the nature, but not completely, with the thin,
faint touches or feel of the human being.
While those landscapes are often rather sad and depressing,
at the same time, for some reason,
they make me feel quiet and relieved in a very peculiar manner.
The hard rain was falling at that time,
so I came in the old diner, so obscure and dim inside,
the only customer there was the a middle-aged woman
who was playing pinballs with her vacant face.
I ordered "Jr" sandwich to the another middle-aged lady there
with dirty blonde hair with a hoarse voice
(Somehow most of the women I met there spoke with that kind of voice).
In a moment the rain stopped moment,
I got out of the diner and went to see a stone monument of the Raymond Carver at the li.
That said, "WILL YOU PLEASE BE QUIET, PLEASE?”.
I took a few pictures, and left.
The rain started falling again, so I went in the small coffee shop at the town this time.
I ordered a cup of coffee, and opened the Carver's short stories to read.
The waitress, probably the local girl, came to me over and over again
to pour another cup of coffee as soon as I drunk only half of the cup,
so I could not help drinking the weak coffee as water.
