Scary Thing Pigeons in the Temple Are Afraid Of

 In the beginning of the 1990s, I was a university student with a part-time job as an actor. The private universities in Nagoya produced a promotional video to attract high school students from other regions. The story of the video was based on the novel Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland. A high school girl named Alice happened to visit Nagoya and had an adventure. I played the role of the Cheshire Cat, who introduced to Alice the beautiful places in Nagoya. The title of the story was Alice’s Adventures in Wonder Nagoya.

While we were filming in Osu Kannon, a famous temple, the director said, “I want to film a scene in which all the pigeons start flying away.”

Many pigeons were roaming around the temple. I tried to make them fly by yelling and chasing them, but they just ran away from me. The pigeons in the temple were tame, and people could feed them with food sold there.

The cameraman had an idea. We asked some grade-school boys to run to a flock of pigeons. It worked very well. The pigeons that had ignored me flew away together. The director was finally able to take the scene that he wanted.

Why were the pigeons scared of the little boys but not of me? Maybe they knew how cruel children could be. They know human behavior very well.

In the original story, Alice was a very delicate child, but not all children liked her.

 

Picture by osame

Mao Asada and I Staring at Each Other

 

 Mao Asada was one of the best figure skaters. She lived in Nagoya City, where I also lived.

During the second half of 2000’s, my gym closed down. I had to visit many places to find a new gym where I could work out.

One day, in a gym, a trainer walked me around to show their facilities. She unnaturally stopped at a spot and looked at a woman who was working out using a machine. That woman was Mao Asada.

The trainer didn’t say anything but silently suggested, “If you join our gym, you can work out with Mao Asada.”

However, during those years, I didn’t watch TV, so I didn’t know who she was. I just thought, “Who is she? She looks familiar.”

Moreover, since I worked as a teacher that time, I needed to memorize many names and faces of young students. I thought, “She must be one of my students. I am sure she knows about me. I’ll just wait till she remembers me.”

How rude of me! I stared at the famous world-class athlete, thinking, “You have to remember about me. I must be your teacher.”

She looked back at me, and we stared at each other for a while. Of course, she did not remember me because she was not my student. When she looked away from me, I thought, “What a rude student! She just ignored a teacher. I really have to remember her.”

However, I couldn’t remember her. We left the spot after. Later, the trainer said she was Mao Asada, but I didn’t know who she was then.

From 2012 onwards, I have been watching TV again. Now I am well-informed about Mao Asada. I am embarrassed for what I did.

I might have missed a great opportunity to become Mao Asada’s friend. For her, I might just be one of the few Japanese people who didn’t know her.

This year, she announced her retirement. I hope she is enjoying her new life now.

 

Picture by designer_ery

Hit Home Run! Mr. Slugger!

 

Around 1990, I was a university student in Nagoya. I had a part-time job as a vendor in a ballpark. I sold liquor and snacks. I called, “Sake and snacks! Sake and snacks!”

I walked around the spectators. I was a young man, so I didn’t care about the weight of the goods or the difficulty of climbing up and down the steps.

By the way, I was a drama club member when I was in high school. Generally, members in a high school drama club work on vocal exercises a lot because we perform plays in huge gymnasiums. Hence, my voice is louder than the other vendors’.

One day, one old gentleman showed me a Japanese big boy (a 10,000-yen bill, almost 100 US dollars) and said, “If the slugger in the batter’s box now hits home run, I will buy all of the goods you have. You can keep the change!”

I was very excited. Even if I sold all the goods I had, it was far less than 100 US dollars. My daily wage was less than 100 US dollars, so it could be a big bonus. The old gentleman wanted me to cheer the slugger with my well-trained voice.

“Mr. Ochiai! Hit home run!”

The slugger’s name was Ochiai. He was one of the best sluggers in Japanese baseball history. Unfortunately, he made an out in an RBI situation.

Was my cheer too weak?

Anyway, I didn’t get the big boy, so I went back to my usual business. If Ochiai hit a home run, the old gentleman might buy all the goods I had, then he might give the goods to the other spectators. What a cool gentleman!

If you are a rich baseball fan, why don’t you try to enjoy watching a game this way?

However, even a legendary slugger might still not hit a home run in an RBI situation.

 

Picture by Palto

Business-Mind

 

In the center of downtown Nagoya, I built a huge building called “NHK Building.” There are twenty-four floors above ground level and four floors underground.

Of course, I am exaggerating.

I just worked at the building site as a part-timer during the summer of 1991. I didn’t exactly build the building, but I brought some materials and tightened some bolts. In a way, I “built” some parts of it.

Nowadays, site operators are very cautious about heatstroke, so they provide water to all workers in the site. But during those days, we just brought or bought drinks for ourselves.

I was a student, a nonskilled part-time worker. Other workers ordered me to buy canned drinks during break time. In those days, there were few convenience stores, so I had to buy drinks at vending machines. But the building was so huge that many workers worked at the same site. Those were hot summer days, so everyone bought drinks from vending machines around the site, emptying most of them; I needed to walk far to find a working one. But even if I could find one, its drinks were not chilled. Other workers complained to me, “You are too late, and this drink is not cold!”

It was a tough job.

Recently, I started to think that I wasn’t business-minded, and I missed a great chance. I should have just quitted the part-time job and started a business in front of the building site where I could sell cold drinks to a hundred thirsty workers. I wish I had done that; I could have gotten more money than my part-time job.

Well, it is no use crying over spilled milk.

 

Economic Facility or Expensive Facility?

 My mother needs 24-hour-care every day. My wife and I can’t provide all of that, so we use temporary short-stay facilities for the elderly.

 There are various kinds of facilities for short stays. To divide them simply, there are economic facilities and expensive facilities. From my point of view, there are more caregivers in the expensive facilities. Expensive facilities can hire semi-professional entertainers for recreation. The meals in expensive facilities are more elaborate.

 I assumed that these differences wouldn’t affect my mother because she has Alzheimer’s disease. But I was wrong.

 When she comes back from the expensive facility, she is in a good mood. Basically, she is humming to herself. When she comes back from the economic facility, she looks depressed.

 Alzheimer’s disease patients have difficulty remembering things, but they do still have feelings. If a patient is cared for by well-paid caregivers in an expensive facility, the patient feels good and is in a good mood. That can reduce the burdens on his or her family. We should say that the expensive facilities are better. We should use the expensive facilities. But it is not that simple.

 The expensive facility we use is very popular. We need to make a reservation about one month in advance. The economic facility can accept my mother the same day. We need to maintain a good relationship with the economic facility for emergencies.

 Of course, we have financial problems. No one knows how long my mother will live. It is said that the life expectancy of Alzheimer’s disease patients is ten years. But the ten years passed a few years ago. Doctors have never found any problems with my mother’s medical condition except for Alzheimer’s disease. If we keep spending many on the expensive facility, we could be bankrupt in a few more years.

 This could be one of the reasons why the salaries for caregiving workers are very low. No one can predict ageing and death.

 When I get old, of course I want to live in an expensive facility. I want to enjoy the final term in my life. But if I live a longer life than I expected, I will be bankrupt. If I am old but have no money, what should I do?

 For a while, we will use the expensive facility for my mother. That might improve caregivers’ working conditions. And, most importantly, it makes my mother happy.

 

Picture by Aqua

Actors’ Eligibility for Election

Julius Caesar was a commander and a politician in ancient Rome. When he was young, he thought he might be a playwright. He was a theatrical person.

However, when he held the actual power of Rome, he made an anti-theatrical decision. He banned actors from running in the election.

 Now, it is difficult to us to understand why he did that.

 In the modern world that we live in, theatrical actors are artists or strange people who live in an almost non-profitable world.

 But please try to picture the ancient world, without any Internet, TVs, movies, or radios. The literacy rate was very low. And there was no technology for publications. From that perspective, theater could be the most powerful “media.” We can’t even imagine how strong an influence it had.

 Theatrical actors were popular people in the “media.” Julius Caesar banned the popular people in the “media” from running in the election and becoming political leaders. It is possible that he decided this because he was a theatrical person.

Of course, in our society, no one is banned from running in elections because of their occupation. In modern history, we can find many politicians who are popular people in various forms of media, whether the popularity is good or bad.

 Or, maybe we are being challenged by the ancient hero.

 Should popular people in media be political leaders?

Was Julius Caesar right? Or are we right?

 

Photo by UMC

The meals in the hospital

 

 A few years ago, I was in a hospital for a few months.

 I had many opportunities to talk with various patients in the hospital. Our main topic of discussion was the meals in the hospital. We always said negative things about the meals. Generally, a life in a hospital is full of complaints. Maybe we just wanted to have something to blame.

 One patient who was an ex-con said, “The meals in detention cells were better than the meals in this hospital!”

I assumed that this was a joke, but when I researched detention cells in Japanese police stations, I found that the ex-con’s testimony could be true.

 The cost of a meal in the hospital was less than three US dollars. The cost of a meal in a detention cell in this area was about four US dollars. A difference of one US dollar could be drastic. Detention cells are not prisons. People in detention cells have not yet been found guilty. So, they can eat better meals than patients in a hospital.

 Anyway, I said many negative things about the meals in the hospital, but now I regret saying so much. I wouldn’t be able to cook those meals with less than three US dollars. I appreciate the cooks in the kitchen. Thank you!

 I just hope that I never stay in any hospital again.

 

Picture by Murakumo