The White Girl was born allergic to the sun. Her only friend, Ho Zai, is too young to understand her problems. Her classmates tease her. Her overprotective father keeps her cooped up at home, but she‘s not at home in her own world. Even her bedroom is a bunk bed with a curtain for a wall. All she wants to do is grow up and leave the village. At night, she meets a man by the sea. His name is Sakamoto. He‘s not from the village. He‘s an outsider. This is a love story, but Sakamoto and The White Girl are not lovers. So what happens between them? They look at each other. He becomes her mirror. She becomes his. That‘s what love is: through another they see themselves, reflected, as the imperfect mess that human beings often are. Together they are more than what they could be if they were alone, because when you put a mirror in a room it expands the space. Up at a historical ruin with Sakamoto, The White Girl finally has space to be free, space to discover what is possible within herself. ...
