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Until the End of the Hibiya Line

11/3/2018

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​Do you mind if I draw a few people? I never know what kind of attention I’ll attract through these drawings. So if I’m with a friend, I ask before I begin to draw, as a courtesy. “Actually, I’m really curious to see what people’s reactions will be. Is there a particular place we should sit?”
 
The prospects look decent. It’s a late night, so there are still available seats on this downtown Hibiya line. We have five or six stops, around fifteen minutes. —That is absolutely right! It was Hibiya line where all the wonderful things happened!! (This is a bit of a unique occasion; since my friend was there too, I asked him to look over my draft of this story. I put his comments in green)
His stop is one before mine. “So…who are you thinking about drawing? The girl in front of us? Or…” I think I’ll draw this guy on our left. He has a head of black hair that is combed forward at the top. He is probably in his early thirties. He has strong eyebrows. His collar is raised quite high, covering his chin and obscuring his jaw. I draw what I see. Of course, the gentleman notices. But this is Tokyo. This isn’t something you do here. So the gentleman looks away. He continues reading his book. And then it’s done. I put my pens down, I snap a photo, put my camera back in my pocket. Sumimasen, I say, Anata no kaku desu. Kore wa purezento desu. (Excuse me, it’s your portrait. This is a present).

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​The gentleman isn’t sure about this. He isn’t sure he should touch the green cardstock paper with his likeness in blue and black ink. Finally, he does. He takes a moment to look at it. Then he stares at me. “…Doushite?” (…Why?) he asks. I try to explain, with my limited Japanese vocabulary, that this is my hobby. That I’ve drawn 5705 people before him. That I find people interesting. But he says something more. This is longer and I cannot understand it. —I think he actually said that he was very happy about the present, since he has never been portrayed by somebody and it was completely a surprise.
He also said “Kon-na koto arunn da na…” meaning “I never expected this to happen to me…” with very surprised but bright face.

​Ano…moichido, kudasai. (Um…once more, please). This is why I want to learn more Japanese. This is why I want to know more of every language. By his second sentence, he already reached the limits of my skill in his language. I ask him to repeat his question. Maybe then I’ll understand. But my friend has been watching the whole thing. As shocked as the gentleman is, so too is my friend, sitting beside me. He’s never seen this before, in all his days taking these trains in Tokyo. He comes to my rescue. “He asked where you grew up.” Kohei, my friend, peeks his head out from behind me. Now, they get a good look at each other, these two. They introduce themselves: first name, last name. Kohei explains what I’m doing here, what he’s doing with me. I realize this isn’t just my conversation—it’s Kohei’s.
 
These two Tokyo natives who just expected an ordinary night, an ordinary train ride, shared a moment. They shared in something they thought was so rare, they just kept on talking. I don’t remember all that was said, nor was all of it translated for me, although my friend Kohei tried his best. But I remember that soon we passed stops four, five, and six. And then Kohei’s stop came. Kohei did not care. He just kept on talking. Mine, too, came and went. We kept on talking.
 
“What kind of coffee do you like?” The gentleman, Takayuki asked. —Yes, his name was Takayuki Maeda. He had started a business selling coffee based on each person’s individual tastes. He was trying to figure a way to thank me. He decided to send me a free package of coffee. He would send one to Kohei, too. But…this wasn’t enough. “How can I repay you?” I think for a moment. I respond. People have given me things. I can’t always pay them back. So I pay it forward. I give things freely to others. Please, like I gave this portrait to you, do something kind to someone else. It was a lot of words, but Kohei got the meaning across to this gentleman, Takayuki. “Sou ka…” (I see…) he said. “Today...today is the day of beginning for this. I will do nice things for others, starting from today.”
 
I don’t know if he has. I don’t know if he will, pay it forward. But I know that at that moment, on that night, on that train on the Hibiya line through Tokyo, he meant it.
We talked all the way until the end of the line.

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“Is it always like this? Are all the conversations you make through portraits like this?” my friend Kohei asks. There’s wonder in his eyes. I can feel his excitement. No, I say. It’s not too common. Maybe one in thirty. We make our way to the train heading the opposite direction. We missed our stop, after all. “Is there a particular place we should sit?” my friend asks again, this time with more meaning. This time with an understanding. Here is just fine.
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Three minutes, done. ​Sumimasen!...Anata no kaku desu. Puresento desu!" (Excuse me! It's your portrait. It's a present!) "Really…? Is this me?" the young gentleman sitting across from me asks. "…is it…free?" Yes. One in thirty? No. Tonight it’s two in two. This gentleman is a Korean student on exchange. He has the greatest reaction. He wants to know more. “But…how did you draw me? With those two pens?” I respond through demonstration. —The Korean Student and people around you looked and was amazed by your technique of drawing! They were amazed as if they were seeing a show by Cirque du Soleil or something!
I draw a man sitting beside him. I draw a woman with a large collar sitting a little further. I draw a handsome gentleman. I notice an old man has been watching this whole exchange. He tells one passenger to look up, because he’s next. So after that, I draw the old man, too. He was happy to pose.
 

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The old man will not forget that train ride on the Hibiya line. The Korean student who was more amazed now than even before—he will not forget it. The others on the train who were awakened from that sleepy night—they won’t forget it either. Takayuki, Kohei, they have a memory that will stay with them for the rest of their lives.
 
I haven’t forgotten that train ride either.
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    Hi there! I'm Morgan. I'm American, lived in Germany, and now work in Kuala Lumpur. I draw people with both hands at the same time. I studied math and now work in as a Product Owner in app development. While I love learning new things in math and art, I think people are the most interesting subject!

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