by Pete Bethune
A faint smile crosses my face as the name comes up on my vibrating cell phone. It’s been a while since I’ve spoken to Tsubasa, my friend in Japan, and I’ve missed his updates.
“Konichiwa Tsubasa”, I say cheerily down the phone.
There’s a long silence before his gravelly old voice comes through. “Peter San, how are you my friend.”
“Really good mate. And you?”
“Well”, he says quickly. “I do not have long. But I have important information for you.”