Another Mystery

How about this one ?

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I hate my boss. He has a skin head, and is so annoying that almost all
of my colleagues hate him.

My flat is very old. There are only three rooms, a kitchen, a bedroom
and a living room.
One day I came back home from work, unlocking the front door and
entering my flat.
I was frightened to find that my room had been broken into by someone.
What a mess!
All of the drawers of my chest were turned down!

“I remember. I forgot to lock the door and went to work this morning.
Shit ! All the windows are locked, so he came in through the front
door. It's yucky ! I'm getting mad. On such an unlucky day,
I'm going to bed now. I'm tired. I don't feel like eating anything
for dinner. I'll call the police tomorrow,” I said to myself.

I made sure that the door was locked a couple of times,
and went to my bedroom.

Too Hot (>_<)

The heat outside is really more than I can stand.
Doing nothing makes me too lazy, so I made up my mind to dye silk yarn
with some natural materials, such as cochineal extract, madder, etc.
I can enjoy some variations by using the same liquid, from dark to light,
several times.

I'm drying it now, which looks like a colorful curtain.

Don't you have any suggestion in order to go through such a
hot summer without feeling summer fatigue ?

Two Short Mysteries on a Hot Day

Since it's too hot these days, I'll send you two short mysteries which make you
a little cooler.

You are a detective. Can you tell the trick ?

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1.
One day, I killed my little sister, because she was crying and too noisy.
I threw the dead body away into the well in my garden.
But, the next day, I found it gone.

Five years later, I quarreled with a friend of mine on a trifle thing.
I killed him, and threw his body into the well.
The next day, I checked the well, only to find that his body was missing again.

Ten years later, I killed my girl friend, because she was pregnant.
I was drunken. I threw away her body into the well.
The next day, the body was gone.

Fifteen years later, I killed my terrible boss.
I did the same thing, and the body was missing the next day.

Twenty years later, I killed my mother because she was too fussy.
I threw her body away into the well.

The next day, I went to the well.

The body was there.

The following days, it remained there, at the bottom of the well.

Why?

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2.
I had five members in my family: my parents, two little brothers, and I.
My parents were very hardworking. They didn't seem to sleep enough,
but they were always working to support their family.

One day, on their way home from work, they were beaten to death.

Beside my mother's dead body, I found some food which she had intended to
prepare for our dinner. I was too sad to eat it.

The next day, my brothers were poisoned to death.

I don't know why they were forced to die.
All that I know is the murderer is the owner of our flat.

Maybe, on finding me, he will kill me, too. I'm scared.

Who am I ?

Ｓｔｉｌｌ Ａｌｉｖｅ

If you are a little frightened to take a look at this title,
I'm sorry.(^o^)
Being alive is not about me but my home-made curry.

It was born two months ago as a simple type of beef curry.



The longer time passes, the more delicious curry will be.
So, I continue heating it up enough so that it will not go bad,
once or twice a day.

Every week, when it reaches a few centimeters above the bottom of the pan,
it is strained.
Adding some vegetables and meat, I've repeated remaking the curry.
It shows some variations, depending on what kind of meat I add.
By way of beef, pork and chicken, it has turned into keema curry !

Yes, my curry is still alive !

Sweet Basil

I'd like to show you another live house I loved in New York.
Unfortunately, it's also gone.
I visited it several times together with my husband.
We enjoyed the music performed by
McCoy Tyner,Terumasa Hino and some other fantastic jazz musicians.

This is what I was about 20 years ago.　　
Young, really!

And the figure on the right side of the other picture
is my husband.

In those days, little did I dream that I would get a chance to play the piano
on the stage some day in the future.
There is no telling what will happen tomorrow !

Ahh…, I want to make a trip again !

Seventh Avenue South

Around 25 years ago, there used to be a cool live house
called Seventh Avenue South in the south area of New York City .
My favorite.
The next time I visited NY, I was disappointed to find it gone.

I love music, and I love NY.

My preparation here is still on the way.
It will take a little more to arrange it better.

Would you please come and see me again ?