'Hiroshi Sakamoto began travelling again, sliding in jet planes from country to country. Whenever he went he telephoned Uncle Tadeo every day, often speaking in sunlight to his uncle at breakfast. The size and rotation of the planet did not interfere with their daily conversations. Words sped over mountains and rivers and ignored whole continents. Only on the telephone could Hiroshi utter his truths. Only there did he find expression and relief.'
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