My only daughter, born in Munich, was named after the address where we lived at the time. It was time when people were excited to see Armstrong land on the moon, and terrified to hear that Israelis had been attacked by guerrillas during the Olympic Games. Though it was not rare to see Japanese people there in those days, we were invited to¡¡dinner at the consulate every year. During our stay there, in spare moments from my research, we used to take walks to the castles in the city, and on holidays we would go on outings to the Lakes in the suburbs and the Alps. In summer, concerts were held in the evenings at the castle on the island in Lake Chiem, located on the outskirts of the city. The gorgeous hall modeled after the Hall of Mirrors was breathtaking. In autumn, piles of fallen leaves, deep enough to bury my daughter, presented a most enchanting sight. In Shleissheim there was a somber castle with beautiful groves and a pond, in which carp would swarm round breadcrumbs. There was an open air dining area by the castle. It was so pleasant to choose cakes carried on a wooden wagon to the table, with squirrels jumping around and bees humming. It was a haven of rest for us. We often took our friends and visitors from Japan to the cafe by Lake Starnberger. Swans would gather around the lakeside for food. There was a sign saying that Ludwig II drowned himself there. A few hours of driving on the Autobahn took us to the snow-covered Alps. The subway, new but only covering a short distance at that time, was clean and convenient for us. ( £°£°¡¿£²£³¡¿£Ê£Á£Î )