The inane person in SHIRETOKO

 In 1988, I was a freshman at university. During the summer vacation I travelled around east Japan by bicycle.

When I approached SHIRETOKO in HOKKAIDO, a middle-aged guy in a car said hello to me. He said:

“If you’re going to SHIRETOKO, I will give you a ride.”

I accepted. The guy put my bicycle in the trunk. I sat in the passenger seat. We enjoyed chatting and driving. But suddenly he stopped the car and said:

“Excuse me. Could you wait in the car?”

Then he got out of the car and walked up to a young couple on the road. He started to scold them. His face reddened with anger. I couldn’t hear what they were talking but I realized some emergency had occurred.

 I assumed he was insane. I thought:

(Oh, God! I am in an insane man’s car. I have to find a way to escape.)

After a few minutes, he came back to the car and explained briefly.

“We should not feed wild animals.”

I couldn’t understand what he meant. The young couple had put bread on the road. After they were scolded they picked up the bread.

 I couldn’t understand what was happening. I could only think about how to run away from him.

Actually I didn’t need to find a way to escape. When we arrived in SHIRETOKO he gently stopped the car and we parted. Of course I never gave him any contact information because I still thought he was insane.

 Later, I understood what he was doing.

Feeding wild animals is strictly forbidden in Hokkaido. If wild animals learn they can get food from people they will come to the road and be hit by cars. If wild bears connect people with food, they will come into towns. If we find bears in a town, we have to kill them with guns. Tourists are not familiar with this situation so they often give food to wild animals, but it risks the lives of the wild animals as well as people.

 The middle-aged guy was a volunteer who found tourists who were not aware of this problem and warned them. He was doing an important job that saves wild animals’ and people’s lives. I am sorry I thought he was insane.

 Two years ago, I went to Hokkaido by plane. A local TV announcer said “We should not feed wild animals. Let us give a good example to the tourists”.

 Almost thirty years has passed. I wonder if the “insane man” is still patrolling in SHIRETOKO.

 

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Only nearer people can realize Alzheimer’s disease

 One of the characteristic symptoms of Alzheimer’s disease is that only close friends or family members can notice the disease in an early stage. The persons who live together and spend much time with the patients can find out the disease exists. This is one of the tough points Alzheimer’s disease patients.

 There have been many cases like this. In an old typical Japanese family style, the housewife lived with the husband’s parents and took care of them. The wife might find her father-in-law or mother-in-law had Alzheimer’s disease in an early stage. But her family, relatives, neighbors and even doctors wouldn’t believe it.

They might say:

“He or she can communicate to us normally.”

“That is ageing.”

“Maybe you have a mental problem.”

 It is very difficult to identify a person in the early stages of Alzheimer’s disease. Even medical specialist can’t tell exactly. In my mother’s case, it took two or three years to have the diagnosis from a doctor. I lived with her in those two or three years. That period was pure hell.

 

 Ten years has passed. Now, my mother needs 24-hour-care every day. My wife and I can’t provide all of that. We use temporary short stay facilities for the elderly.

 

 One day the facility called me and said “We don’t have enough medicine for your mother”. We needed to provide the medicine for my mother during the short stay but we had made an error in calculation. So we went to the facility to bring her medicine.

 My wife’s sister lives in London. She works at a hospital as a nurse. At one time she temporarily came back to Japan and visited our house. She was interested in Japanese facilities for the elderly. She came to the facility with us.

 

 After we gave the medicine to the office, we visited my mother’s living place in the facility.

 

 I said to my mother:

“Hi! This is Shu.”

Because recently she has sometimes forgotten who I am, she often asks me “Where is Shu?”

My mother said:

“Oh! Shu! Long time no see!”

For your information, we live together and I had sent my mother to the facility that morning.

 

Next, my sister-in-law said hello to my mother briefly. She simply said her name and hello.

But my mother deeply bowed and answered to her:

“Nice to meet you! Thank you for visiting me all the way from a distant place.”

Mom! You are just perfect! Do you have telepathy or something? No one said she came from London!

 

 People hate Alzheimer’s disease because sometimes the patients act like superhumans.

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The same policeman questioned me twice

 In the beginning of 2000, when I lived in OSAKA, I had a strange experience.

 In those days I didn’t have a washing machine. So I used to go a coin-operated laundry shop by bicycle every weekend.

 The first police questioning was in front of the laundry shop. That was ordinary police questioning.

 A few weeks later the same policeman questioned me again at the same location. I was sure he was the same person but he seemed to have forgotten me. He questioned me as if I was a new person. I started to feel funny. I waited until remembered me as I answered the questions. Finally he said:

“Have we met before?”

I answered:

“Finally you have remembered!”

He started to be friendly to me. Then I asked him a question.

“You have questioned me twice. I guess you thought I was a suspicious person. Could you tell me about me made you so suspicious? If I seem suspicious, I want to change.”

 I know I am not good looking guy but I believe I create a first impression of being a good person. Some people tend to doubt my intelligence but rarely doubt my good personality at the first meeting. So I was shocked to have been suspected by the policeman. He said:

“No, no, no, no. I didn’t mean that. Just your bicycle is…”

  That was the point. In those days, I was not well off. I didn’t have enough money to buy a new bicycle. So I bought a secondhand bicycle. I bought the cheapest bicycle in the shop. The color of the bicycle happened to be pink.

“Considering your age and gender, it is hard to think you chose a pink bicycle in a shop. I suspected you had stolen the bicycle.”

He didn’t suspect me because of my facial features, so he couldn’t remember my face. He was just trying to catch a bicycle thief.

 Hey! Mr. Policeman! You should look for a more serious crime!

 

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My first meeting with Alzheimer’s

In 1988, I was a freshman at university. During the summer vacation I travelled in east Japan by bicycle.

When I approached TOYAMA prefecture, I knew a famous annual festival would be held in YATSUO town on that day. The name of the festival was KAZENOBON. All the residents of the town become traditional dancers that night.

I thought:

“I want see the festival. If I hurry, I can get to YATSUO tonight. I can sleep at YATSUO station after the festival. ”

 

Then I arrived. But I had totally misunderstood the festival. I had not realized that KAZENOBON is a dancing-all-night festival. YATSUO station was very crowded. There were no place to sleep and no silence to sleep. There was no “after the festival” until the morning. I was at a loss with my bicycle.

An old gentleman asked me:

“Where are you from?”

I answered:

“I am from NAGOYA.”

“You can stay at my house.”

The old gentleman invited me to his house.

 The old gentleman seemed to live alone. The house looked as though it used to be a barber’s.

 

 He prepared a bath for me. After taking the bath I was surprised.

 There were about ten guys wearing traditional dancing costume in the house. They were waiting for me. They glared at me. They asked me some questions. I can’t remember what they said. I just wondered, “Why are these people gathered in the old gentleman’s at night? What strange people!”

 

Recently, I came to realize what was happening that night.

 

The old gentleman was in an early stage of Alzheimer’s disease. I was eighteen years old. I didn’t even know about Alzheimer’s disease. I just thought he was the kind of man who repeatedly says the same things. Some people do that. But it was not like that.

 

Just like my grand aunt and my mother, he was being protected by his family, friends and neighbors, and I had happened to come into his house.

When people looked at the old gentleman and me in the house, they might have thought:

“A fishy stranger is trespassing!”

“The stranger has chosen the busy festival night for stealing or fraud!”

 “What an evil guy!”

 

This is why about ten strong guys were waiting for me at the old gentleman’s house. They had gathered to judge me. I can’t remember how I answered their questions but maybe they trusted me after the conversation. I was allowed to stay at the old gentleman’s house that night.

 

If I had answered wrongly, they might have beaten me up. The people in YATSUO are all well-trained in synchronized dancing. They are also strong enough to dance all night. If I had been an evil person, I would have been beaten up by these strong people. They would have been happy to band together to beat me up.

 

Next morning, the old gentleman served me breakfast. My next goal was to go to the next prefecture, ISHIKAWA. He told me the way to ISHIKAWA over and over and again. I listened over and over again.

 

A few years after that incident, I sent a new-years card to the old gentleman. But one day a member of the old gentleman’s family called me and said:

“We decided to put him in a welfare facility for the elderly. So it is not necessary to send us a new-year card.”

 I knew his family, friends and neighbors had done did their best. There was a limit to what they could do for Alzheimer’s disease.

 

The limit will also affect us. Someday I have to put my mother in a welfare facility for the elderly.

 

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You are a genius! But your position is just wrong.

 

 

 

 

 This is a photo I took in a park near my house a few years ago.

 The dead leaf is actually an insect. It mimics a dead leaf.

That was first time I had seen this insect. It was on the vending machine, of all things.

 It might be saying “I am tired of drinking sap, give me some soda!”

Google car has come to my town!

I found a Google car in a park near my house.

 The strange red ball on the roof must be the camera which records everything as it moves through my town.

 I looked in the car. The driver was reading a paper map. What? Are you using a paper map, Mr. Google Map? Even I haven’t used a paper map for a few years. Of course I usually use Google Map on my smartphone. Possibly his work using a paper map makes my non-paper map life possible?

 By the way, this parking area is a hidden free parking spot which is known only by the neighbors. Many businessmen eat lunch or take a nap in their car here. I don’t know their individual situation, but I wonder if this place is hidden from their bosses or managers.

 Mr. Google Map driver, you finally found this place, but please don’t put the information about it on Google Map.

 

Drone

　Last week I re-watched “Cowboy Be-Bop”, an animated SF TV-show from 1998 by SUNRISE Inc. The characters in the cartoon were like my long lost friends.

 I was shocked when I watched episode eighteen, “Speak like a child”. Suddenly “a drone” appeared. “Drones” were delivering packages from the sky in “the world in 2071”.

 Eighteen years ago, “Cowboy Be-Bop” was canceled because of low viewer ratings. Its unexpected epilogue was the worst episode ever. For enthusiastic supporters including me, SUNRISE Inc. made a movie version in September 2001. But a few days before the release, 9-11 happened. Everyone was glued to the TV. In those days I lived in Tokyo. I went to a theater in downtown Tokyo but few people were watching the movie. “Cowboy Be-Bop” completely failed.

 A friend of mine was working for the Japan Patent Office. I asked him a question:

“The idea of a drone could be inspired by “Cowboy Be-Bop”. The people who get tons of money from drones have a duty to pay “Cowboy Be-Bop”. They need to regather the crew and voice actors to make sequels. Am I right?”

My friend said:

“Published ideas as works can’t have patents. They are just protected by copyright.”

 He meant that even if someone invented a “time machine” in the future, the author of the novel “The time machine” in 1895, H. G. Wells, couldn’t get any money.

 Dear my friends, creators! If you think up a good idea in the future, don’t publish immediately! Please tell the idea to a lawyer and get a patent.

I just wish to watch sequels of “Cowboy Be-Bop”. Someone do something!

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