At the end of m street there is a park with a lake and a windmill. On my day of arrival, that intensely hot July day, I walked from the station to my apartment and noticed that windmill straight away. “What’s it doing there?” I wondered. It was a kooky thing to see in a park in Tokyo, with a digital clock display capturing that whimsical Japanese sense of cuteness with functionality. It looked a bit aged, like something from the eighties or early nineties. “Why put up a windmill?” I wondered again as I trudged along the footpath with my suitcase. It was standing in a lovely park though. Green and full of cherry blossom trees, with old men fishing at the lake. At the far end there’s a rising embankment that conceals the golf course behind it. I’d come to climb that embankment and walk along the footpath to Akabane, two stations away. There was a river too, Sumidagawa, and I used to look and think to myself “so much for Tokyo being a concrete jungle.” I was in a wide open, green space with a broad view of the sky and surrounds. How lucky I was. I loved it.
I remember the day I moved out of Legend 101. Mitsuki’s dad had one of his truck drivers drive over and pick up all my stuff, not that there was much, and then drive to Todoroki. It was a blue truck, pretty battered, I think with a small crane on the back for picking up rolls of stainless steel. He was a cheerful old bloke, and with Mitsuki we chatted in broken Japanese and English. As I left the apartment I took lots of snaps of every room on my keitai but that disappeared long ago. I never did print those photos from it sadly. I remember taking them, thinking I’ll keep these, but I don’t have them or the phone anymore. I wonder what happened to that phone. I do wish I had more photos of good old Legend 101, my first of two abodes in Tokyo.
I took a course of beginner Japanese lessons in Takadanobaba. It was a free course for beginners as it was a teacher training college and the teachers were about to graduate and start teaching Japanese for real, so this was the final practice for them. They were so kind, and some pretty nervous. One instructor held his fists to his ears and squeezed really hard to emphasise listening, then flicked his hands open and a paid of big, foam fake ears popped out which was pretty funny. There was another guy I think names Suzuki san who was one of the nervous ones. He motioned to a name badge that they were wearing on their shirts, and underlined it with his finger as he pronounced “Suzuki desu, Su-zu-ki desu,” but the only problem was he wasn’t wearing his name badge. I laughed at that as well but looking back I guess it was just part of his shtick to break the ice. It was cute though. Another time, Suzuki san was getting me to pronounce ringo which is apple, and you kind of roll the R as a soft sound, and to Suzuki san’s ear I obviously wasn’t getting it and he really stuck on it and made me repeat it so many times until I started freaking out a bit wondering whether he was ok! I told that story to Mitsuki and Rita a while ago and they laughed their heads off. It was pretty tense! I just looked up the school and it seems to still be in operation and using the same flyer from all those years ago I reckon!
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