In my childhood, my family was not so wealthy. My allowance was smaller than those around me. I never played the arcade games my friends used to play for 50 yen a time. Instead, I was carefully nibbling on a box of snacks, which were more than enough for 10 yen.
 
The clothes are all given to me by my relatives. I couldn't buy expensive shoes like Nike, adidas, or puma, and it sounded good to say that they were unmarked, but I didn't know where they came from. As a reaction, now that I am over 50 years old, I am obsessed with sports brands that I couldn't get when I was young. It's like the pity of an old man who is rude to a woman at an after-five bar in reaction to the boredom of bureaucracy. In particular, he makes up for his boyhood shortages by buying adidas jerseys.
 
I was only invited to birthday parties, and I never once had it opened for me. That's why I only give gifts and never try to receive them. What does it feel like to receive gifts from more than 10 people at once? It was completely someone else's problem, but if it was my own problem..... I almost got a nosebleed just thinking about it. It's like the glitter that spreads only for the moment when a girl who sells matches lights a match, although it is an exaggeration.
 
The above shortages had become commonplace, so strangely I didn't feel so painful. In fact, I think it was the best time of my life. Of course, there were a lot of unpleasant things, but there were a lot more exciting things and a lot more relaxation than now. Because of the shortage, a little good was a great joy, and even more frustrating and frustrating, Watch now! In that way, I was able to convert it into energy. Just like a swinging maniac hitter who vows to rise from poverty with a single bat. Even now, I sometimes feel that if I splurge, I lose the base of my efforts, that I lose the sense of sublimity.
 
I sometimes encounter entertainers, cartoons, and music that I was crazy about when I was such a young boy on social networking sites. It seems that logic selects content that is likely to hook me based on my age, gender, preferences, and other attribute information. Like a cunning drug dealer who offers you a light drug as an entrée, and then at the right moment offers you an expensive, stronger one. It functions like a bookmark in a book, and sometimes that time is suddenly pulled out. As a very realistic scene. With a feeling of such a deep and helpless disconnect with the past. It's a long time gone.
 
Now, unlike then, it is possible to own a certain amount of it. However, the sense of fulfillment is not so much. My senses were numb. I have a lot more than I did then, and a lot of things around me have become more convenient. But there are things that I have left behind in exchange. It's hungry.   I feel the hungry and do something to fill it! I want to cherish such thoughts. It's not a case of deceiving myself (being satisfied) with possession.
 
There is no end to Paris, and the memories of those who lived there are different from those of anyone else. No matter who we were, no matter how Paris changed, no matter how difficult or easy it was to get there, we always returned to Paris.