family tomb, graveyard doll

When I took this picture, again I felt someone was looking at me. I turned around and saw him.

He was wearing a uniform, not the uniform of a dead soldier, but the uniform of someone who works in the Park. He didn't look ghostly at all, which was due to the quite obvious fact that he wasn't a ghost.

He talked to me in Japanese, and so I didn't understand a word he said. But from his expression, I could tell he was wondering why I walked around there taking pictures of tombs.

So I tried to explain to him in English which he didn't understand at all. And we walk along the trail, talking in our own language, exchanging greetings, laughing, and pretending we understand exactly what the other is saying.