Anko and Benjamin sat on the wooden bridge crossing the koi pond in the tranquil garden of her parents' house. Shoeless, his trousers rolled and her indigo dyed summer kimono rucked up around her knees, they dangled their feet in the water, laughing as the flashing koi, like a rainbow of white and gold, silver and bronze, came to investigate and nibble. This was conversation practice, something arranged by their tutor, the translator. When Benjamin's work was done, they would meet in ...