Postscript to the key is in Koreatown.

I returned to Koreatown to try to find my room key.  After retracing my tracks, I stopped in to ask a friendly copper at the koban (police box), revisited Tully`s as they were closing up, and finally called in at the station master`s office.  Nobody knew anything.

Returning to Nishiogikubo empty-handed, I was preparing to kip on the couch.  Then as the train pulled in to my station,  I saw it – my room key – lying on the edge of the platform.  It must have stuck it out there alone for over 7 hours.  Finding the mighty key, glinting under the platform lighting, felt like a miracle.  If mighty key has a religion, I`m a believer.




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