Nobuo Sekine
Los Angeles: I’m sitting with my translator, Naoki, as we drive over a hill and emerge onto a cliff overlooking the Pacific Ocean. The water glares up at us with an unforgiving blueness, and cypress trees dot the cliffside. It feels like we’ve stumbled onto an ancient Greek island. But it’s not: Palos Verdes is a…
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