関係力（相対性）経済学RELATIVITY ECONOMICS

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I am locally famous of a collector of owls. Recently, that comes to be well-known in both Thailand and Japan. Among my collection, some of them have been presented by Thais and Japanese though most of them have been bought by me myself. I left most of my collection of owls in a house in Tokyo.

The reason why I have collected owls-shaped goods begins at a memory of my boyhood. When I was 8 or 9 years old, I lived in a small town of Johana in Toyama Province Japan which is at the foot of Mt. Gokayama. The backyard of my house was a small mountain with thick forest. I loved to take a walk around the back mountain. Whenever I found some lilies blooming, I rooted them out to carry back and transplant them at a back yard of my house. I loved a Japanese herb of pepper called “SANSHO” which is by preference eaten by Japanese with DOJO fish and grilled eel. Whenever I found it in the forest, I rooted out and transplanted it at the back yard. I didn’t particularly love to eat DOJO fish and eel but I loved the smell of the herb pepper (N san, Thai lady, also seemed to like to eat SANSHO herb with DOJO fish in Tokyo).

Once upon a time when I walked around the forest, an object was found to be fallen down on the path there. That was an owl. It was found seriously injured on its left shoulder where there were a lot of maggots. Despite the horrible damage, it was still alive as it was shivering. I picked it up with my hands. I remember that it was too heavy and big for my boyish strength that I grasped it up with a hand. I ran and ran toward my house along a narrow path in the forest to ask my mother to help it. I called my mother aloud, mammy! Look at this one. Please help it. My mother was so young then, around early 30’s years old. She might have felt her blood frozen at the scene, I mean, the maggoty scar on the owl. However, she dared to take away the worms by the throwaway chopsticks one by one to all. And she disinfected the wounded part of the owl with red tincture of iodine (which has been vanished in Japan since ever) and let it lay down on a pile of rice straws.

I cannot tell you how the owl was during my mother’s treatment. It might flap its wings for big pains. I cannot tell you too if she had her hands injured by violence of the Raptores. Because I could not look at it.

Sooner or later, the owl could stand up and began to eat something like meat little by little. It seemed to want to perch on a twig. I remember it because my mother let me pay an attention to go out to pick up some big twig as a perch. It succeeded in perching on a twig. I can’t remember how many days the owl kept perching on it. We didn’t chain it because we wanted it to fly away to its home forest as it pleased.
One morning, I found nothing on a twig. I cried for the missing owl. My mother told me to pray for that cat might not have eaten the owl and for that it successfully flew away for its family as its will.

One night since then, an owl sounded hooting near my house.

Hoot hoot hoot……

I don’t know whether or not it was the owl.