"Cecilia, come and see this!"
Mario was playing with a blowtorch, and bits of silver.
Making jewellery is one of his jobs, but I had the impression he was doing this for the first time, and just discovering what silver was.
"Look, you heat and heat and suddenly, it shows its alive. It stretches out."
So it did. The off-cut bits of silver would suddenly go the colour of stars and stretch like a cat. That meant it had turned to liquid.
Then it curls itself up, into a perfect ball.
Why it does this, I don't know, but thats the only thing liquid silver wants to do, after a stretch.
Predictable in its tastes, just like we are.
While Mario is marvelling over his metal, his wife Akeri is busying herself in the orderly kitchen.
"The bananas were on their way out, so I'm making banana bread' she said.
As I go upstarts and outside to live my Anzac Day, I see Mario giving his Japanese wife a big hug as we pass the kitchen.
In all my years of living in and loving Japan, a hugged wife is a sight I have never seen.
It must be tough living in Mario-world, if you want to live in your own world.
But the Love, that gets you staying.
My beautiful former Melbourne housemate, Naoko is visiting Sydney tomorrow, to celebrate her successful jewelry exhibition.
For sure, I bring her along to see this sight, life lived in full creative liveliness.
So today I'm remembering the Young Anzac soldiers who never got to live their lives.
Today I'm reminding myself to live my life, on purpose, and in full colour.