The most common response to e-mail I received to my previous article ("Japan: It's Not Funny Anymore") was a puzzled question: "Why still living in Japan?"
Sometimes, this question was worded a little 'louder, "you ungrateful son of a bitch would kill to live in Japan." Wait: strike that "sometimes" - the most of the time, the question was hard. I responded to CAP who said that he would kill to live in Japan with a short message that would have illuminated his lack of openness and understanding of my specific situation. I do not remember the exact wording: "If you live in Japan so bad, why not live there?" The shift to half the world is not a miraculous act of some talent. It's something anyone can do, really. I forget the exact wording of the Cap also answer, although I remember it has something to do with me fuck me stesso.Questo everything is where I stop responding to people on the internet.
My sweet plan was, first, to write a list of things I do not like Japan, as apocalyptic as possible in my testo.Quindi I would go to San Francisco for two weeks. Then, once back in Japan after two weeks in the country of my birth, would be armed with an arsenal of clues to solve the mystery of why, exactly, to continue to live in this place.
Part of it is the mystery of being in a place of straniero.Ovunque believe that anyone who stays too long it becomes unbearable. Our genes always be moving, procreating all over the place, to spread our seed. We (that is, "some of us") are attached to, every once in a while 'time, the feeling that things just are not going as well as you could be going on that we are not doing enough children or otherwise leaving things quite similar to the legacy behind, and we (once again, that "some of us) decide to get up and leave the city.
In my case, my method of choice was the variety of reproductive rights. I wanted to leave genetic clone of myself, intermingled with the ideas of others, the whole landscape of a place that had created a lot of what I observed. What I mean is, I wanted to make video games in Japan, because I had always liked video games from Japan. When I got here, I was working a dead-end job at a horrible school English. To Fortunately, I already had money, and all I wanted was a visa. I got a job as a manga artist's assistant, he joined a couple of bands, floats for a while '. Then everything in my life has been a surprise. Being in Japan was really the best way to put myself in a situation where everything was a sorpresa.Nulla is really a surprise anymore. I returned to San Francisco, found one or two surprises on the floor and scored back to thinking that nothing really comes as a surprise plus Japan. Perhaps what happens is, there comes a point in your life and nothing is more surprising. I grew up, is the future, et cetera. Back to
Tokyo, it was pouring rain and the temperature was in the negative c. I had gained a day by going to San Francisco, and had lost several months, returning to Tokyo. I was at my house for the precise amount of time it takes to die and be born again (12 hours) before I was old back-sliding surprise killer. The sound of the voice of an elderly woman, lost on the way back home from the supermarket, shouted from loudspeakers on top of power poles in the street. Airplane speed and volume of the glacier, you were repeated telephone number of a pachinko parlor twenty minute walk distance away. Allow (surely) have said this in a previous article. I can not stress abbastanza.È right outside my door and it is driving me literally folle.Il noise - literal, figurative, social, economic, is probably the only thing that really worries me about the life of Tokyo.In reality, the main thing I wanted to mention in my column the sound truck was political: to drive slowly around residential neighborhoods in election period, six in the morning until five in the afternoon, with a record repeating the name of a political candidate - never touch his platform and other relevant details - to deafening volume, hoping to make that name the name of a senile reminds voters that when opportuno.Suona almost like a tinfoil-hat conspiracy theory and I valutazione.Che sympathize with that it does not stop to be true - and scary.
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