(Spanish) My grandfather came to Peru aboard a boat like so many other immigrants. He did not come with the first wave of immigrants, but…with the first wave, no, but he arrived approximately in 1924 at the age of twenty. He had an interesting life. I believe that he is remembered primarily for the Tanaka Garden. He made a garden of many flowers and plants that was located on the second block of Pardo Avenue in Miraflores, which no longer exists. My grandfather married Blanca Ascárate, a very interesting woman from Moquegua. He had a short life, however. He didn’t live long, unfortunately. He was very active, I believe that he had done…people remember his work…he had a small furniture store, he designed furniture, he had a bottling store too. In short, he had his flowers, he was a big dreamer, a very active person [who was] also very well read according to my mother, who [had] heard such things from her own mother. My grandmother Blanca said that he was a learned man, a lover of poetry, of literature, and also a dreamer, with so many projects for Peru, to link Japan and Peru. He lost his life in an accident at sea. One day, after having breakfast with his family, he went for a swim in the water near Ancón and never returned. On the same day the sea returned his body where it was found at Santa Rosa beach. He died at the early age of thirty-six, and I believe that he lived a short but intense life. He was the grandfather that I never knew. I have some memory of my British grandfather who died when I was eight years old. My Japanese grandfather, however, has always been a source of curiosity that makes me want to continue finding out more information on someone whom I never knew.