The journey took forty days. He crossed the Alps, the Danube plains, the Urals, the frozen Baikal, and at last the yellow Sea of Japan. When he stepped onto the platform at Shimbashi Station, Tokyo swallowed him whole—not with noise, but with a kind of courteous absence of echo. The air smelled of cedar and charcoal. He did not understand a single word anyone said.
Then she picked up a pencil and began to write. Austria - Japonia
Then the letter came from Vienna. The Archduke was dead. War had been declared. The Academy wrote: “Return immediately. Your country needs its sons.” The journey took forty days