I met a girl from Taiwan, with whom I was laughing for the whole night in a Japanese traditional house, while dressed like a pumpkin and a pirate-girl.
I met a boy from Thailand, who was the best in making jokes but also in telling lies. Actually, he was one of the few people who actually knew about Montenegro. Or was it just another lie?
I met a bunch of young people, who liked to cook together. They even cooked my favorite Japanese food for my birthday. And they bought me a strawberry cake. And the strawberry cake is something special to me.
Although my favorite things in this world are chocolate and flowers, I somehow, love Valentine’s day just because it was my grandmother’s birthday on this day.
Actually, I didn’t know that St Valentine’s day is celebrating also in Japan, but why not, if they can celebrate Christmas or if they can be getting married in Christian’s churches. In the beginning, I was confused, isn’t it insincere to celebrate a holiday without a deeper understanding of the reason for it? I’m not saying that people from the West understand their own holidays either, but I am not so sure if everyone here knows and understand the origins and rationale for those holidays that they accepted.
One of the biggest Japanese attractions for tourists is certainly Robot Restaurant.
First to mention that in Tokyo you can actually encounter numerous robots, mainly in large shopping centers – that are advertising certain products.
Now to go back to the restaurant. In fact, this is not a restaurant where the dinner can be served to you. Rather, it is the show combined with the huge dinosaurs, robots, savage tribes and their drums, and many other oddities. It looks like you gave to the child crayons and paper in order to design the restaurant, so the child was thrown on the paper everything he/she could think of. After the show, I was not thrilled, but now, as I write this I get that it was worth it seeing this show.
Mom: How’s job going?
K: It’s okay. But you have never told me that babies have blue buts. I was so scared today when I saw it in the kindergarten. Then they told me it’s normal.
Mom: I have never heard of it. Blue buts? Maybe it’s the race thing.
But, hey, the spring has just come today and we were celebrating the coming of it (The Bean-Throwing Festival) yesterday, according to the old Japanese calendar.
On this festival roasted soybeans (called “fortune beans”) are thrown either out the door or at a member of the family wearing an Oni (demon) mask, while saying “Demons out, Luck in! The beans should drive away the evil spirits that bring misfortune and bad health. Then the beans should be eaten also (as a part of bringing luck in) – one for each year of one’s life, plus one more for bringing good luck for the year to come.
It is just an ordinary night here in Tokyo. Coming back from the job, and doing customary things like making coffee, eating mystery foods, while still with a hat, scarf, and in a jacket. Actually, I am not sure how many degrees there is, but it is unbelievably cold. Every night the same, I just cannot ever escape the cold, because houses here are not properly insulated (there is no central heating). My room is equipped with an aircon unit, but I have to be sitting right underneath it to feel warmer.
1: Let’s go to the exhibition of Takashi Murakami, he is very famous Japanese artist and this is his first solo exhibition in Japan, after 14 years.
2: Okay, whatever, just show me some crazy Japanese stuff.
3: He actually painted one of the works himself.
2: What do you mean?
3: Yeah, he used to paint in the past, but as he is doing prolific art, he is now gathering together groups of art students and directing them as a sort of commander-in-chief.
Speaking of Mermaids, women in Japan cannot become a sushi chef (because they menstruate so they have imbalance in their taste?) but on the other side, they can be a Mermaids!
For nearly two thousand years, Japanese women living in coastal fishing villages made a remarkable livelihood hunting the ocean for pearls. Their name is Ama (海女 in Japanese), literally means ‘woman of the sea’ and that’s why they are known as the Pearl Diving Mermaids of Japan. There are only a few ladies left in Japan that still make their living (well into their 90s) by filling their lungs with air and diving for long periods of time deep into the Pacific ocean, with nothing more than a mask and flippers.
A familiar scent filled me. It was the smell of the summer, the smell of the beach mattress when you come back home from the beach, the smell of your bikini after you take it from a shelf after one year. I love that smell, I am sometimes missing it very much, but I wasn’t actually thinking how this smell can taste.
Taste of the seashore was just in my mouth, but I wasn’t actually at the one. I was sitting in a chair in a cheesy restaurant in the middle of Tokyo, it was January, and I had my mouth full of sea urchins’ sashimi. Yes, it is just the right description of the meaty, in-your-mouth-sea flavor. And it was disgusting. It was so disgusting that I think I just have to eat it again.
Kamakura – the city next to Tokyo, on the Pacific Ocean. As soon as you arrive at the station, the city has already signalizing a certain mystery. People are meditating in the shade of the beautiful shrine roofs, while you can feel everywhere the scent of incense. Kamakura is beautiful, reminiscent of a city from Miyazaki’s movies, where every moment you just wait to be lost and to get in some mysterious temple which is, in fact, a world of fantasy, where you’ll experience a variety of unbearable pleasure.