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Yuko and A Story of Love, Romance and ...Mystery

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I finally realized that she was right. The happiest time during my marriage was in the very beginning when my wife and I had very little in the way of material things. Our focus had been on each other and we spent a lot of time doing things together. I cherished the memories of our affectionate companionship and the love and romance that had occupied our time. After our divorce the material things went away. Remarkably, I really didn't miss them.

However, I did miss my wife and I missed Yuko as well. Unfortunately, the months were rapidly slipping by and I hoped that it would not be too much longer before I would have a chance to return to Japan. I was eager to see Yuko again-if I could find her.

By the time that it finally became necessary for me to return to Japan I had already developed somewhat of a strategy. I would have three weekends available to look for Yuko and I felt that I understood her well enough that I had some ideas about where she might have gone and why she had been motivated to go there. At the same time I would search out as much information as possible about The Ancient Art of Love and Romance called Kama Sutra. It was obvious that there was a great deal of knowledge that I would need to acquire if I was ever going to help others create, or rekindle, the love and romance in their own lives.

There were romantic places close to home where my wife and I could have gone for evening walks and enjoyed some affectionate moments together - and our love might have flourished

A few days before I was scheduled to leave for Japan I had dinner with an old friend who had married a Japanese woman while he was in the service and stationed in Japan many years before. He told me that his Japanese wife had paid a high price for marrying him and for moving to the United States. My friend explained that many Japanese parents who were alive during World War II still harbor a certain amount of resentment toward Americans. In his wife's case, she was disowned and disinherited by her parents and she was never again allowed to visit them. Nor did they attempt to visit her, not even to meet their own grandchildren. In addition my friend's wife had not been met with open arms even by his own parents in the United States. She felt displaced and isolated. Life had not been very easy for them.

I was also told that it would be unrealistic for me to expect any genuine help from Yuko's family or from her friends in my search for her. It occurred to me that during my previous trip to Japan Yuko's sister had been friendly toward me but not particularly helpful. The same could be said about Yuko's friends and even about my close friend, Tamura-san. Even though I had met Yuko's mother only once I didn't feel that she had been particularly helpful either. Finally, I was beginning to understand why. It also seemed to me that there were too many unforeseen obstacles getting in our way. Yuko and I were going to have a difficult time developing some kind of a long-term relationship together. Especially since I still didn't know where she was. For all I knew, she might even be married by now.