“We (the Socialist Party beat reporters) would pick arguments with Numa-san and chase him around. His large frame sitting in the small room of that rundown Dōjunkai apartment looked humorous, like a giant who had burst into a house of dwarves. Next to him was a large, shabby brown bag, bulging so much it looked ready to burst with documents. When we would say things like, 'This time Numa-san’s actions don’t seem consistent…' to provoke him, he would passionately reply in his dialect, 'You guys say that, but that’s not it, you know! That’s not it!' I miss that sight.”