Today I was heading toward the dining hall, walking beside Irene and Arthur.
us gathered for the second time since the beginning of the year and was the last time was limited one hour ... We walked happily talking nonsense as usual, and just to get to the small plaza in front of the dining hall (a place where a lot of bicycles swirling since no parking fine), I found my partner Shakuhachi (traditional Japanese flute played in the club to which I belong).
Nakayima As I see this is how it is called, turns and heads toward me. I was waving from afar, holding that it was the first time we met in the year, and smiling happily to the nice person who was a few meters from me.
He smiled as usual, opened a folder where you have tucked his notes in Russian and English (grades those who attend regularly, and for its stunning good accent in English, I would say very good at), and comes with all respect me a folio-size photo paper in which he had printed a photo of two people. Looking at the photo
for a second I was like ... OK, very nice photo, and who are they?, but a second later I realized that that picture was much more than just a print.
The story would not make much more than himself, someone who delivers the picture to someone ... and it is amazing. Uaaaauuuu Could it be that I've been caught red-handed naked? Have you caught someone red-handed? Is the photo of a family member ?....
Actually, Nakayima never ceases to amaze. He is a man of some fifty-odd years, until just a couple, was the president nothing more and nothing less than a large paper company.
amazes me that not only decided to retire in advance to enjoy life (which strikes me tremendously with the Japanese mentality), I wonder who speaks English fluently even if their little Japanese accent have not used for a long time (because he studied in England), it amazes me that with fifty-odd long years, decides to get into college to learn English (or rather remember it, because I knew to speak and you've forgotten), and to learn Russian.
It amazes me to try playing the shakuhachi (started just a few months before), it amazes me that people want to know (given the nature so shy with these Japanese).
The fact that I like to hear what he says, because he always speaks in a relaxed atmosphere, laughing, and always from the experience of having succeeded in life, and therefore do not feel arrogant for nothing.
amazes me that despite the piece cool car you have, decide to come by train every day to school to feel like one more (and that if he used the car, it would take at least an hour less to reach your home.) It amazes me that Having just met, we've invited to have a beer at the bar of a friend, and you've done because I really felt comfortable with us. Even
amazes me that we have been invited to spend a day at home.
But what amazes me most is that I have taught this photo. This picture of two people. How would your hands? I can explain how you printed that photo just for me? How I can explain that this is what gave me?
Yes, that's me. The photo was taken over four years (all by the way, that's one of my favorite shirt, which by the way, not where it is). And next door ....
Years ago, when working with attending university for foreigners, I was asked a personal favor, to give a return to some kids who came to study English in Salamanca. I agreed without problems, I enjoyed it. But they warned me that I do not understand, because if and only spoke Japanese.
was a tour of the Tenri University. Yes, indeed, the place where I am right now. There on the tour, a "monk" that served as my translator and I discussed the issue of a grant which were preparing for a computer guy, but that personal issues could not come, and since I was studying computer ... Why not me I came to Japan for him?
And I said (and I remember it like it was yesterday):
-Man ... because I've never raised. The truth that I wanted to go to spend a year to Hong Kong. But Japan .... I can assert.
This, folks, is the beginning of my journey, the Begin of hope, a dream that has taken four years to complete. Why did I wait so long? I would say that fate, luck, things of life others would say.
The day after the tour, in the cafeteria of the university, several Japanese asked me to make a picture with them. I gladly accepted. Not who he is, I regret to say, but the faces of the Japanese I have now learned to distinguish them, and he ... with a few more years ... should be unrecognizable due to the strange fashion with Japan.
as Nakayima has not got this picture, but I liked it. Another big surprise in a man full of surprises. See the photo has been like a flashback to that time, to that city, to those friends, those problems ... today, remember this is a beautiful dream.
Anyway, years later and a few countries and cities in between ... here I am fulfilling that dream that I formed at that time. Thanks
wholeheartedly Nakayima. : D
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