Beer at the Soba Shop

by Haruki Murakami

Translated by Christopher Allison

The thing that bothered me the most when I moved from the city center to the suburbs in the summer of 1981 was that there wasnt anybody hanging around during the day. The majority of the population being white-collar, they left early in the morning and returned in the evening. Since I make it a rule only to work mornings and nights, I hang out in the neighborhood in the afternoon. Its the strangest feeling. The neighbors all look at me suspiciously, so I start to feel like Ive actually done something wrong.

It seems like most of the people in town assume Im a college student.When I was out for a walk recently, this old woman called out to me "Hey, are you looking for a room,"; taxi drivers say things like "Studying must be really tough, huh?"; and the clerk at the record-rental place asked me to "Please show your student I.D."

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