Yesterday, I was walking through an autumn forest of Nikko, around the grand lake Chuzenjiko, high up in the mountain area, about 150 km north of Tokyo. Japan, that’s it. Dying red and yellow and brown colors of the leaves under the cold drizzling rain drive me into a somber mood already, and reading the 12-th ASOUE book adds up even more gloom to the feeling. Then I see something strange in the forest. Brick chimney. A small sign told me that this place was a famous international social club in the begging of 20th century. It was all destroyed by a terrible fire. A brick fireplace is the only thing left. Ironic.