My Journey

It was a long time ago, june 1917.

My husband was posted in Japan at the American consule for a year.

my husband is not the most beautiful man, he is a fat white man who is bulging out of his clothes

when he told me that he was posted at japan i was instatly exited for him,

but i told him that i need a year with my family before moving to japan.

when my husband left i looked for a job and i qualifed for a job at an oil company as a telephone represantive.

it  was the biggest company in the us,

and they accepted me 2 days later.

one day a well dressed person came in to my office and all the workers didnt understand why he entered and who that man is.

Except  the manger who’s name is Richard.

the well dressed man went straight to me and asked me about the job and how i feel.

I asked Richard who is that man, and he replied:

“Are you carzy?! thats the son of John Davison Rockefeller, he is the owner of the company”.

He was very polite.

A week passed, i was in the middle of a conversation with a costumer when he entered again.

Richard told me when i finish the call to go to his office.

at the officer mr. Rockefeller waited.

he asked me if i want to drink with him after i finish.

i had few more calls to end the shift.

After the shift we went to the django restaurant.

at the restaurant he gave me a beautiful perals necklace

which in my opinion was wroth something between 15,000 to 30,000$.

After we finished eating, we went to his mansion.

the year passed by and we continued to meet like this for as long as we could.

A week passed and my husband came to take me to san fransicco where we took the ship from.

we entered the ship and got our room.

the room was minimalistic but modern.

we had a lot of room for the luggage.

after we finished unwrapping our luggage we went down and we were trying to meet some new friends.

the first man that came to congrats us was Mr. Kelada,

Mr. Kelada was a person from the Lavantine, he had a black curled hair and brown eyes.

Mr. kelada was the most talkative person on the ship.

he always was super friendly.

Mr. kelada was the most connected person on the ship, if you wanted to get something he was the man for you.

One evening we went to dinner and sat down at the largest and most dignified table on the ship. The Doctor was sitting there, Mr. Kelada was sitting there and so was Mr. Kelada’s roommate named John Smith.

Suddenly the conversation at the table moved on to the subject of pearls, It was written in a newspaper that in Japan pearls are made cheaper and less quality. The conversation somehow trickled down to the pearl necklace I received in New York from Rockefeller’s son. But what I told my husband was that I bought it for $ 18 at a thrift store.

at the conversation my husband said to Mr. Kelada that my necklace was fake, Mr.Kelada replied to my husband and said that he works at the pearl buissnes and he is 100% sure that the necklace is real.

My husband offered to make a bet on $ 100. I tried to get him out of the intervention and even told him it was wrong to take someone $ 100 that you know you are right. But my persuasion campaign did not work. Mr Kelada told my husband that he had one way of identifying whether the necklace was real or not, and that was to take it down. I was just scared he would reveal my secret. My face turned white and I told Mr. Kelada that the opener of the necklace had not been opened. Mr. Kelada straight understood the situation, I’m not sure if he realized I was cheating on my husband, but he sure realized something was wrong. Mr. Kelada saved my life and brought my husband the $ 100.

My husband was happy that he won the bet because he is very dogmatic and he defeated the one who was constantly called Mr. Know all.

After the dinner ended and everyone went back to there cabins,

i went back to our room and took out a 100$ bill,

i didnt had more money to give him, actually i was needed to give him a 200$ bill and not a 100$ bill.

i put the 100$ bill in an envelope and

I put the envelope under the door and hoped he was in the room and that he would get it.

it was our last day on the ship.

I have never met him again.

after we moved to japan i broke up with Rockefelar son.

25 years have passed,

the year is 1945, me and my husband still lives here in kobe.

 i was very curious to know where Mr. Kelada is.

i looked for a week and then i found out the

Terrible news, Mr. Kelada died in ww2 in the atomic bomb.