my world my little world

I ate up my croissants while waiting my friend before we went. I knew it wasn’t enough to fill my energy to walk a lot that day, after the previous day I and other 13 friends from 6 countries went to the bar to have a nomikai as a farewell. We went to hotel walking about 40 minutes in 4 Celcius degrees that night. For person who lives in tropical country like me, it was a bad weather, too cold to walk half drunken in the middle of the night.

I walked out slowly, leaving the hotel restaurant with two friends to start our own trip, exploring must-visit places where we haven't understood the language yet. We arrived in the nearest train station where I listened the birds tweeting strangely too close to me. I tried to look for the source of the voice, and surprised to know that it's from a voice box above a sign for people with special treatment.

I love those enigmatic and funny expressions of Japanese people we met; those who tried to pull me to their cafes, those who gave us our chain in a convenience store, or those who looked so confuse to answer our English question about where the toilet is. I started thinking how great these Japanese. they only have few civilians who can speak English properly, but Tokyo citizens have earned an income per capita as high as London and New York citizens. Top three cities in the world.

When we arrived in Shinjuku station which is the most crowded station I passed, I found something that caught my attention. There was a woman in about her 40's aged who wore a nice winter coat. She walked nearly as fast as people in the station, alone with her stick. Yes, she's blind. I kept watching her, kinda curious to know what happen next when she entered the MRT gate. And, nothing happened, she didn't hit it.

In a way back to our hotel in Ariake, Tokyo Bay area, we're too tired to speak. It was a marathon sight seeing in Tokyo. My friend showed us a book which he bought in a book store in Shibuya for only 500 yen. It's a book full of pictures of funny daily life of Japanese, starting from kids in the cart to drunken guy who sprawled in the train. We laughed a lot.

It was nice to have a lost in translation trip with them. It was nice to see something that means to me. Now, every time I'm about to give up or lose my faith, I keep thinking about a blind woman I watched in Shinjuku station, who has chosen to live and survive than end up her life in a big pressured city like Tokyo.

I know, I will come back.