I don’t consider myself to be a stranger to Japan. My father is a Japanese Literature Professor, so he’s taken me to Japan countless times as a student. My father always told me how when he comes to Japan, he feels like a citizen, not a foreigner. While preparing for this exchange, I thought I would be able to easily relate to this feeling, but was slapped in the face the moment I hopped into the taxi headed for Kyoto.
I know about the love hotels, pachinko stadiums and ferris wheels on top of 5 story department stores. What I forgot, was the feeling of mental obliteration, pure shock of seeing all these unimaginable architects squished together side by side. However I soon realized this feeling of shock from seeing, is just stage one of culture shock.
I lived in Kyoto two weeks prior to coming to Hirakatashi and had plenty of time to adventure and explore the area. Interestingly enough, I was most shocked when it came to lunch time. I was craving udon one day, so I walked into a small udon shop on the main streets of Kawaramachi. To my surprise, the whole isle was filled with office ladies facing the wall, eating alone. Because I was shopping alone, I naturally sat down at one of the isle seat and for the first time ever, felt this unbearable loneliness. It was such an interesting feeling, something I’ve never felt back home in Canada, even when I’m eating alone. I started to question how these office ladies bear doing this every day, something that seemed like a norm to them.
Reference:
Drama “Ohitorisama”
http://www.tbs.co.jp/ohitorisama2009/
You are off to a great start. The ohitorisama is interesting. Actually, my friend, Laura Dales, an anthropologist from Australia and former Gaidai student, has been doing research on this subject. You might want to check out her work.
ReplyDeleteI like your concluding sentence. Looking forward to your future posts.
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