Before I begin my story, sorry for the lack of updates… been busy here.

On the entrance of my apartment, there’s a door that requires tenants to turn a key to get it opened. This is to prevent unwanted visitors coming up to harass the tenants. So there’s a main entrance (unlocked) and then a security door. Beside the door are the mailboxes for the apartment units. Bear in mind this brief doorway is without any heating, but there’s a sofa inside after the security door (for guests to wait for the tenants to come down or something, but still no heating).

Anyway, last Saturday, I went out downtown Tokyo just for a walk around a bit. When I got out of my house just shy of 12pm, I saw a lady (around mid-30s kua) standing there in the cold. I walked out and noticed her - saw her once before sometime ago, I walked out, and she quickly walked in - that time I thought she forgot her keys or she’s a guest or something. So that was fine. This time she wasn’t going in (she could’ve just walked in and sit at the sofa), and I got a bit concerned about her being out in the cold, without any gloves.

About 6 hours later, I got home, to find her still standing at the doorway. I asked her in whatever Japanese I know, “daijobu desu ka?” (are you okay?) - she just replied “hai” (yes) - and she moved aside and let me get thru the door. That’s it - she’s been there ever since (or I suppose so) I left that morning.

tsewei thinks I saw a ghost - but I’m not concerned about that - ghost in broad daylight? Nevermind that - even if she’s one, she’s not harming me, except perhaps making me feel all guilty of not asking her more in detail if she had eaten, or if she wanted hot coffee, which I can gladly treat her at the 7-11 next door, or even buy her a pair of gloves.

I still dunno what to make of this. If I see her again, definitely I’d ask more - but I dunno how I can go about doing that with my Japanese speaking ability of a 3 year old.

Come to think of it now, why didn’t she wait at 7-11 next door? There’s always someone there reading thru the magazines on the rack for free (there’s no indian guy here shooing you off for free reading)

I’m stumped…