Murakami
he was the master for the Shoto-Kai style
eaten by the undigestive cancer late in his
70's
me under his command
this guy was great, he was the first to punch
my eye with the iken :(
( since I didn't understood the Japanese
and the French translator was gone
what maked him unwilling to wait and so he
punched the puzzled pupil :(
some of us concentrating
me amongst the black belts :), I was the
prime amongs the new ones :)))
thus close to them
the Judge & Jury deceiding about our
faith
Murakami, Borko, Safet & Vaca
equipe after the shower
the medic I used to pay a wisit to at that
time
in my dreams at that time (busy with others),
phursically much later (tired of others ?) :)
me on a lake remembering the place where
I fell through the Ice some
years ago in winter ( much younger than on
this pix :)
one that secretly admired me during the high school
she hid the pix in my notebook that she asked / never opened / when she gave it back to me
