Chapter 4: (2) - The Mysterious Art Museum
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Chapter 4 (2) - The Mysterious Art Museum
Ah, since the Eiffel Tower was built in 1889 as a monument for the centennial of the French Revolution, it must be some time after that. Its funny to say I've "come" here. More accurately, I'm dreaming of being here.
Paris, France.
A place I've always wanted to visit, even in a dream.
Should I be glad to see it in a dream, considering that a trip abroad is unthinkable given my familys financial situation?
When I was in high school, there was a school trip to Japan.
However, I couldn't join. We couldnt afford the trip fees. Although my teacher offered to pay for me, I refused. The only thing left in my teenage pride was not wanting to beg for sympathy.
So, even now at twenty-eight, I still havent been abroad.
I plan to enjoy the luck I've found in my dreams.
But... even in a dream, does the weather need to be this realistic?
I quickly put my frozen hands in my pockets and looked around.
I can't tell the time, but it's definitely night.
There are only two places lit up within sight.
One is the Christmas shop I saw earlier, and the other is a place with lights on but I can't tell what it is, though the door is open.
I walked towards the Christmas shop first.
Through the glass, I could see trees, various dolls, gifts displayed, and a high-nosed woman, seemingly an employee, organizing things and turning off the lights. It looks like the shop is just closing.
Worried about loitering in front and being mistaken for a suspicious person, I quickly moved away and walked towards the last lit place.
It doesnt look like a shop on closer inspection.
A place like a warehouse with its door open on this cold day. I peeked inside against the wall.
Hmm, there are large machines. It seems like a print shop given the large papers and inks.
Someone is inside.
A young man, only visible from the back, is hunched over in a chair, working on something.
I moved slightly to see what he was doing.
Mr. Brunhoff, the office manager. I'm fine, it's a paid job even if it's a friend's request. I need to earn a living.
The man called Brunhoff drags a chair over, sits down, and glances at the painting Mucha is working on.
What are you doing?
Proofreading work.
Tsk, tsk, money's good but you should take a break during the Christmas season. Go see your family.
Haha, I came to Paris alone anyway. I have nothing to do even if I go home.
Brunhoff clicks his tongue and shakes his head.
My wife is driving me crazy with her nagging. Standing guard duty during Christmas season. If I were her, I couldnt stand it either. Damn boss.
Haha, if Mr. Lemercier hears, youll be fired?
He's not here, right? It's okay to curse when he's not around.
As I thought, Lemercier was a person's name. The owner of this printing house must have that name.
Brunoff asked.
"Don't you have any friends? Don't you have anyone to meet on Christmas holidays?"
"I do, I'm going to have dinner with Marold and Makovsky at the restaurant on the 26th."
"Hmm, well, I'm glad you're not stuck at home all holiday."
Then, I heard someone's urgent footsteps in my ears, who was listening to the conversation outside the printing house.
I stuck my head out and looked to the side, and saw someone running down the alley, seeing the light coming out of the printing house, blushing and running faster.
Uh, uh.
Is he coming straight to me?
Doesn't he see me?
I didn't know how to react, so I just stood there awkwardly and couldn't avoid him until the man came right in front of me.
Just before the man hit me, I reflexively raised my hands and feet to protect myself.
"Huh!"
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Chapter 4 (2) - The Mysterious Art Museum
Ah, since the Eiffel Tower was built in 1889 as a monument for the centennial of the French Revolution, it must be some time after that. Its funny to say I've "come" here. More accurately, I'm dreaming of being here.
Paris, France.
A place I've always wanted to visit, even in a dream.
Should I be glad to see it in a dream, considering that a trip abroad is unthinkable given my familys financial situation?
When I was in high school, there was a school trip to Japan.
However, I couldn't join. We couldnt afford the trip fees. Although my teacher offered to pay for me, I refused. The only thing left in my teenage pride was not wanting to beg for sympathy.
So, even now at twenty-eight, I still havent been abroad.
I plan to enjoy the luck I've found in my dreams.
But... even in a dream, does the weather need to be this realistic?
I quickly put my frozen hands in my pockets and looked around.
I can't tell the time, but it's definitely night.
There are only two places lit up within sight.
One is the Christmas shop I saw earlier, and the other is a place with lights on but I can't tell what it is, though the door is open.
I walked towards the Christmas shop first.
Through the glass, I could see trees, various dolls, gifts displayed, and a high-nosed woman, seemingly an employee, organizing things and turning off the lights. It looks like the shop is just closing.
Worried about loitering in front and being mistaken for a suspicious person, I quickly moved away and walked towards the last lit place.
It doesnt look like a shop on closer inspection.
A place like a warehouse with its door open on this cold day. I peeked inside against the wall.
Hmm, there are large machines. It seems like a print shop given the large papers and inks.
Someone is inside.
A young man, only visible from the back, is hunched over in a chair, working on something.
I moved slightly to see what he was doing.
Mr. Brunhoff, the office manager. I'm fine, it's a paid job even if it's a friend's request. I need to earn a living.
The man called Brunhoff drags a chair over, sits down, and glances at the painting Mucha is working on.
What are you doing?
Proofreading work.
Tsk, tsk, money's good but you should take a break during the Christmas season. Go see your family.
Haha, I came to Paris alone anyway. I have nothing to do even if I go home.
Brunhoff clicks his tongue and shakes his head.
My wife is driving me crazy with her nagging. Standing guard duty during Christmas season. If I were her, I couldnt stand it either. Damn boss.
Haha, if Mr. Lemercier hears, youll be fired?
He's not here, right? It's okay to curse when he's not around.
As I thought, Lemercier was a person's name. The owner of this printing house must have that name.
Brunoff asked.
"Don't you have any friends? Don't you have anyone to meet on Christmas holidays?"
"I do, I'm going to have dinner with Marold and Makovsky at the restaurant on the 26th."
"Hmm, well, I'm glad you're not stuck at home all holiday."
Then, I heard someone's urgent footsteps in my ears, who was listening to the conversation outside the printing house.
I stuck my head out and looked to the side, and saw someone running down the alley, seeing the light coming out of the printing house, blushing and running faster.
Uh, uh.
Is he coming straight to me?
Doesn't he see me?
I didn't know how to react, so I just stood there awkwardly and couldn't avoid him until the man came right in front of me.
Just before the man hit me, I reflexively raised my hands and feet to protect myself.
"Huh!"
Chapter 4 2 - The Mysterious Art MuseumAh, since the Eiffel Tower was built in 1889 as a monument for the centennial of the French Revolution, it must be some time after that. Its funny to say I've "come" here. More accurately, I'm dreaming of being here.Paris, France.A place I've always wanted to visit, even in a dream.Should I be glad to see it in a dream, considering that a trip abroad is unthinkable given my familys financial situation?When I was in high school, there was a school trip to Japan.However, I couldn't join. We couldnt afford the trip fees. Although my teacher offered to pay for me, I refused. The only thing left in my teenage pride was not wanting to beg for sympathy.So, even now at twenty-eight, I still havent been abroad.I plan to enjoy the luck I've found in my dreams.But... even in a dream, does the weather need to be this realistic?I quickly put my frozen hands in my pockets and looked around.I can't tell the time, but it's definitely night.There are only two places lit up within sight.One is the Christmas shop I saw earlier, and the other is a place with lights on but I can't tell what it is, though the door is open.I walked towards the Christmas shop first.Through the glass, I could see trees, various dolls, gifts displayed, and a high-nosed woman, seemingly an employee, organizing things and turning off the lights. It looks like the shop is just closing.Worried about loitering in front and being mistaken for a suspicious person, I quickly moved away and walked towards the last lit place.It doesnt look like a shop on closer inspection.A place like a warehouse with its door open on this cold day. I peeked inside against the wall.Hmm, there are large machines. It seems like a print shop given the large papers and inks.Someone is inside.A young man, only visible from the back, is hunched over in a chair, working on something.I moved slightly to see what he was doing.Mr. Brunhoff, the office manager. I'm fine, it's a paid job even if it's a friend's request. I need to earn a living.The man called Brunhoff drags a chair over, sits down, and glances at the painting Mucha is working on.What are you doing?Proofreading work.Tsk, tsk, money's good but you should take a break during the Christmas season. Go see your family.Haha, I came to Paris alone anyway. I have nothing to do even if I go home.Brunhoff clicks his tongue and shakes his head.My wife is driving me crazy with her nagging. Standing guard duty during Christmas season. If I were her, I couldnt stand it either. Damn boss.Haha, if Mr. Lemercier hears, youll be fired?He's not here, right? It's okay to curse when he's not around.As I thought, Lemercier was a person's name. The owner of this printing house must have that name.Brunoff asked."Don't you have any friends? Don't you have anyone to meet on Christmas holidays?""I do, I'm going to have dinner with Marold and Makovsky at the restaurant on the 26th.""Hmm, well, I'm glad you're not stuck at home all holiday."Then, I heard someone's urgent footsteps in my ears, who was listening to the conversation outside the printing house.I stuck my head out and looked to the side, and saw someone running down the alley, seeing the light coming out of the printing house, blushing and running faster.Uh, uh.Is he coming straight to me?Doesn't he see me?I didn't know how to react, so I just stood there awkwardly and couldn't avoid him until the man came right in front of me.Just before the man hit me, I reflexively raised my hands and feet to protect myself."Huh!"
