Tokyo: the predictably unpredictable character from the series Money Heist
Dear Tokyo,
Remember how Nairobi pleaded you consistently to hand her over to the doctors’ outside when she was shot for the first time? In that critical moment when she was oscillating between life and death, she pinned her hopes on you as she knew that if there is someone who could make unbelivable happen, then it’s only you.
You are not someone who could be captured in a frame and kept at one place. The only way to talk or write about you is by letting one’s imagination free. You are truly an epitiome of freedom. For you, home is not the four walls, rather it’s breaking away from those four walls into the unexplored terrains of life. On that secluded beach, you were happy with Rio. You made love, partied, swam yet all it took you were just couple of minutes to leave behind your little paradise for some unknown corners of the world.
In a world that reeks of patriachy and male domination, where women as strong and powerful as Raquel had to suffer domestic abuse, men fear you and that my friend is what makes you invincible. You bring fear in men not by bashing them or standing upto them, but by just being yourself.
People say freedom and love don’t go hand in hand but you proved otherwise. You etched new definition of love and loyality: it doesn’t mean to be with someone forever, rather it means to go to any length to protect that person from the danger, and it’s in this territory, you outdid yourself. You moved the world, pulled off another heist, went to the Lion’s Den to bring back the love of your life-Rio.
If I were to place my bet on someone who could make it out alive from even the most impossible situations, then it’s you. Be it your wild goose chase with the police, your massy re-entry to the Royal mint or your sassy approach with an assassin Gandiya, you defeated all of them at their own game.
But to talk about you and not mention your flaws would be a great disservice to an empowered character like you. It was pleasant to see how your hot headedness scared the shit out of sexist and misogynistic man like Berlin so much that he had to turn you in to the police. But at another time, your hot headedness came with a price that had be be paid by Moscow by his life.
When Rio broke up with you, you behaved outrageously silly. In the midst of a heist with a man like Gandiya on the loose, you drank like it’s the end of the world. You were the human time bomb that could have blew up the entire plan to ashes if Denver and Nairobi hadn’t looked after you. If your fearlessness in the face of death was commendable, your callousness in the midst of the heist was fearful.
You don’t make for a leader, I would rather leave that job to Nairobi, you are rather one hell of a person who kicks ass as easily as fire guns. You are not a sunshine but a storm that uprootes and turns everything upside down and to quote Moscow “leave a trails of deadbodies behind”. Living with someone like you is like being in a heist, you don’t know what will happen next yet there is an immense pleasure in that uncertainity that gives you thrill and promises you a lifetime of souvenirs.
