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Tokyo Night - Chapter 1
title of the original
TOKYO no Yoru
© 2009 Clare Welsh
Warning
For the transcription of Japanese names was adopted in the Hepburn system, whereby the voice are pronounced as in Italian and consonants as in English. Also note that:
un'affricata ch is like in Italian Basket
c g is always veil as a cat has always sucked
h j is un'affricata as g in Italian
s game is deaf as stone
sh is a fricative as in Italian choice
w u is pronounced as a very rapid
y is consonant and is pronounced like the Italian.
E 'the omission of the diacritical mark over vowels for the elongation of the same.
Following the Japanese use, the surname always precedes the name.
Mingle
the lake and the river in the spring rain.
Yosa Buson
1. When it's GINZA
all began,
We knew there'd be a price...
Once upon a dream,
I was lost in love's embrace.
There I found a perfect place,
Once there was a time,
Like no other time before,
Hope was still an open door,
And I was unafraid,
The dream was so exciting!
But now I see it fade...
And I am here alone!
You were heaven-sent to me,
Was it never meant to be?
Was it just a dream?
Could we begin again!
La città scorreva veloce attraverso il vetro della metro.
Osservavo il cielo di Tokyo all'avanzare del tramonto: che fosse estate o inverno, la sera sopraggiungeva inaspettata nel tardo pomeriggio, ignara della moltitudine of people who rushed en masse to all corners of the immense city, each lost in thought and heedless of those who were around. From a distance, seemed all the little ants, each the same.
Looking at the skyscrapers in the distance, I could not help but feel a sense of freedom and completeness, as if there was no other place on earth where he could fulfill my destiny. In
car was perfectly quiet soothing, natural, only occasionally interrupted by the rustling of uniforms for students returning from school or light snoring of commuters, which suggested to the sacredness of these much-needed rest. This atmosphere sleepy and color indefinitely the sky is perfectly mixed, gives a feeling of pure happiness. It reminded me of lazy Sundays and sincere in my childhood, when I went with my parents on a trip to the countryside or in the woods.
Every now and then, suddenly, those memories resurface as soon as my eyes rested on a particular insignificant as the flutter of the dress of a middle-aged woman, the delicate petals of a flower that makes room for the asphalt, or even rays of sunshine filtering through the branches of a tree.
The echoes of laughter of those times past echoed in my head, light as the sound of footsteps away.
Being a huge city, all it takes to cross over an hour. In this way I have time to read a book or simply get lost in my thoughts, like that day.
's funny how time in the brightest ideas are born dead, perhaps because the mind is totally relaxed and stripped of all the constraints of everyday life.
It was just one of those moments that I knew I wanted to change jobs: in a moment, everything I had seemed simple and obvious, the next morning I went to my boss and I was fired.
in high school I was not so impulsive, indeed, the slightest change caused me anxiety, and preferred to adapt to an uncomfortable situation rather than risk making a leap of faith and repent of my choice.
but age, in addition to visible signs, also brings wisdom, which, for a supple mind like mine, resulted in the need to assess and balance the pros and cons of my life, even if it meant making a choice that many people would have considered " reckless. "
At that moment I felt that my happiness was more important than the apparent stability of an anonymous place for office lady.
My father had not taken well.
"Keiko, but what did you study all the time at Todai?" I called out my father during one of my occasional visits to his home.
"Dad, do not worry, it's only temporary ..." I replied, trying to show a confidence that I had not.
"A good girl does not do this. You know how much it cost me find that place in company A. I am very disappointed," he continued, ignoring my attempts to calm him. "If you go on like this, I'll never have the joy to see you settled. You know, since your mother died, my only reason for living is to ensure a good future."
"Dad, please, you said to me many times. My mother died three years now, I learned to get along alone. I am a grown woman, and most importantly I have set aside a bit 'of money I could afford to look for another job quietly. And then, the actions that we have invested in stock market are earning well, is not is not it? ".
My aim appears to be achieved ... When I played the card of the shares, my father swelled with pride and began to recite a seemingly endless monologue.
" Yes, indeed. Modestly, I was very shrewd. I knew it would come the crisis! He felt the air. See, Keiko, I have studied as you. I did not have your own possibilities. Yet, from a mere employee, I managed to make a career and I taught myself to invest in the stock market. Young people are different now ... no longer as strong as once a temper, do not want to sacrifice, do not know what the commitment ... ".
Every time I think that those who were, he said, pearls of wisdom.
Since we were alone, our relationship had changed completely.
As a child I had a terror of his opinion, and I would do anything to please him: it was for this reason that I had entered college.
If I could decide for themselves, I gathered my things and I would be most expensive game to Europe to pursue a career I wanted to become a painter.
But my mother's illness had come like a bolt from the blue, destabilizing the balance of our family, and at that point I did not feel to leave a middle-aged man, who had come directly from the solicitous care of his mother to those of wife, completely to himself. Now beginning to become old.
I may not be a model daughter, but the sense of filial piety still possess it. The result was that my father slowly began to see myself as a reference point, and, incredibly, to be open, communicate your feelings to the point that his role as father master, a typical Japanese man, was only the shadow of itself, an empty shell to show in society.
I feel a bit 'as a replacement for the mother, but with poor results.
out of college, in fact, I went to live away from him, into a fashionable district of the capital, with the excuse that the company's headquarters had assumed that I was too far from our home.
This was not the first time I went to live alone. I had already tried to leave before graduation. At that time I was engaged to Daisuke, a student at my high school, who came from the province of Yokohama, and had lived my family problems as an obstacle to her happiness.
My move was the last attempt to run that story. Not surprisingly, living together created more problems, and he vanished into thin air, how fast the card past a cigar over the flame of the lighter.
The metallic voice sweet but the Annunciation, which marks the name of the next stop, quickly brought me back to reality. "Shibuya, Shibuya tsugi desu wa" he said slowly. Now that phrase had become a familiar chant, a sort of mandala, repeating to myself every day even after leaving the station.
had not even force myself to go to the exit of the car, because the mass of commuters, who meanwhile had occupied the last inch of space, relentlessly pushed me out of it.
Shibuya station was full of life, bright and impressive. It is located inside a shopping mall, which is quite rare in Japan. In
copy automatic gestures of at least fifty people in front of me, I pulled out the card and spent rechargeable metro bars.
The smell of food coming from the bars of the building I penetrated in the nostrils, making you hungry.
Walking towards the entrance of the orange line, which would take me home, I stopped along the corridor on the second floor veranda: the huge windows opened onto the square below, where, hidden by some trees and a quay area used smoking, we could see the statue of Hachiko. At his feet crowds of young men would meet every day, tirelessly.
the other side, almost at my same height, their faces blurred customers of Starbucks looked like ghosts colorful and busy. To my left, however, almost hidden, there was a bar and restaurant unlikely Western tastes, where I had arranged to meet for the first time my last boyfriend, Masayuki.
a pang in my heart left me almost breathless, so I decided it was better to walk towards home.
I sat in a wagon to the top of the car, which was more convenient for my release and was also less crowded.
This time there were no students or commuters, but only young boys and middle-aged ladies with their children.
matsuri was almost time, so every now and then poking a few well-dressed yukata that looked a bit 'of color to the gray metal of the car. In
see girls with hair combed to art, I was a bit 'nostalgia for the sour taste of the caramel apples I ate at every fair since I was little. I decided that
weekend I went to Asakusa to visit the temple because it was relatively close to my house.
A girl, following my gaze to the charms of Hello Kitty hanging from the handbag of a lady, gave me a knowing smile. I personally find it inappropriate that a lady of forty years, still dressed like a girl, but in this city there were no rules and no longer so if I was doing.
"How old are you?" I asked the girl hoping her mother would not notice and I am not judged inappropriate.
"I've got eight, and my sister has six," she said, pointing to a sleeping child on the lap of what appeared to be his grandmother.
I smiled, and began to listen Utada Hikaru in my I-pod.
"Even if I meet you, I can not see, the sea divides us."
hummed softly, hoping that time passes more quickly. I went to Ginza
along with a bunch of other people running to the various outputs, dispersing quickly along the corridors, always with his head bowed.
I took the A13 exit and stopped to contemplate the windows of the shopping center, where they were exposed to the very expensive Italian leaders. I climbed the narrow stairs and went ahead of me, alongside the luxury shops and avoiding the people who sent marching in the opposite direction.
the height of the boutique of Louis Vuitton, Chanel before that, I turned right, not before that I focused on the bag, I bet, would be my next purchase.
Suddenly I felt the urge to drink something warm and creamy, but I was too lazy to go home and get me a cappuccino machine with which I had bought in Italy during my last business trip.
then I went into Starbucks along the way, and after a short wait, I ordered an au lait spot, of which I was greedy.
I went upstairs and I sat down in the smaller room, as the most comfortable chairs situated in the lounge were all occupied.
the table next to me sat a girl of about twenty, with long hair tied back. He was reading a book university, probably economy. He seemed not to notice the two ladies who were chatting loudly in front of her, gossiping about this and less.
The waiters came and went in a hurry, but it was not clear what they were doing. He sensed, however, by their speeches in the afternoon the place had hosted a concert of live music, which had attracted many customers.
All were in turmoil because, normally, the concerts were held on Friday, while this week the program was strangely changed and they ended up deciding to move to Thursday.
The thing must have been quite rare, to judge from annoyance on the face of head room, which obviously was annoyed that change from his daily grind. I noticed one thing I
Stan: the usual foreign teachers, who came every day to teach their language to the Japanese, that Thursday had disappeared, much earlier than other times.
In that area there were many language schools, large and small, but the most famous failure was just leaving work without a multitude of teachers. As a result, the surrounding bars had become the main base for private lessons to those students who had decided not to interrupt classes. In all probability most of them would have had to stagger his stay with every weekend in Korea three months to renew the permit residence. It was not new.
leaning on the counter I noticed that windows had just been released. I did a quick calculation of how much force I would remain before falling asleep in his chair, and walked to the stool, dragging his feet sore. I felt an urgent impulse to take off those heels annoying, but I still want to go home.
leaned his elbows on the floor and put on the headphones, if there was one thing I liked about this bar, it was the choice of CDs made available to the public. Of course, it was not as extensive as that in the Shibuya station, but it was nice.
pulled out the various covers and song titles I reviewed quickly: there was John Lennon, Elvis, a collection of old jazz and French songs.
on the song "Imagine" the gaze position on the comings and goings of people below the pavement, and with melancholy mood, I began to reflect sull'atavica loneliness that unites all human beings present and past. 
title of the original
TOKYO no Yoru
© 2009 Clare Welsh
Warning
For the transcription of Japanese names was adopted in the Hepburn system, whereby the voice are pronounced as in Italian and consonants as in English. Also note that:
un'affricata ch is like in Italian Basket
c g is always veil as a cat has always sucked
h j is un'affricata as g in Italian
s game is deaf as stone
sh is a fricative as in Italian choice
w u is pronounced as a very rapid
y is consonant and is pronounced like the Italian.
E 'the omission of the diacritical mark over vowels for the elongation of the same.
Following the Japanese use, the surname always precedes the name.
Mingle
the lake and the river in the spring rain.
Yosa Buson
1. When it's GINZA
all began,
We knew there'd be a price...
Once upon a dream,
I was lost in love's embrace.
There I found a perfect place,
Once there was a time,
Like no other time before,
Hope was still an open door,
And I was unafraid,
The dream was so exciting!
But now I see it fade...
And I am here alone!
You were heaven-sent to me,
Was it never meant to be?
Was it just a dream?
Could we begin again!
La città scorreva veloce attraverso il vetro della metro.
Osservavo il cielo di Tokyo all'avanzare del tramonto: che fosse estate o inverno, la sera sopraggiungeva inaspettata nel tardo pomeriggio, ignara della moltitudine of people who rushed en masse to all corners of the immense city, each lost in thought and heedless of those who were around. From a distance, seemed all the little ants, each the same.
Looking at the skyscrapers in the distance, I could not help but feel a sense of freedom and completeness, as if there was no other place on earth where he could fulfill my destiny. In
car was perfectly quiet soothing, natural, only occasionally interrupted by the rustling of uniforms for students returning from school or light snoring of commuters, which suggested to the sacredness of these much-needed rest. This atmosphere sleepy and color indefinitely the sky is perfectly mixed, gives a feeling of pure happiness. It reminded me of lazy Sundays and sincere in my childhood, when I went with my parents on a trip to the countryside or in the woods.
Every now and then, suddenly, those memories resurface as soon as my eyes rested on a particular insignificant as the flutter of the dress of a middle-aged woman, the delicate petals of a flower that makes room for the asphalt, or even rays of sunshine filtering through the branches of a tree.
The echoes of laughter of those times past echoed in my head, light as the sound of footsteps away.
Being a huge city, all it takes to cross over an hour. In this way I have time to read a book or simply get lost in my thoughts, like that day.
's funny how time in the brightest ideas are born dead, perhaps because the mind is totally relaxed and stripped of all the constraints of everyday life.
It was just one of those moments that I knew I wanted to change jobs: in a moment, everything I had seemed simple and obvious, the next morning I went to my boss and I was fired.
in high school I was not so impulsive, indeed, the slightest change caused me anxiety, and preferred to adapt to an uncomfortable situation rather than risk making a leap of faith and repent of my choice.
but age, in addition to visible signs, also brings wisdom, which, for a supple mind like mine, resulted in the need to assess and balance the pros and cons of my life, even if it meant making a choice that many people would have considered " reckless. "
At that moment I felt that my happiness was more important than the apparent stability of an anonymous place for office lady.
My father had not taken well.
"Keiko, but what did you study all the time at Todai?" I called out my father during one of my occasional visits to his home.
"Dad, do not worry, it's only temporary ..." I replied, trying to show a confidence that I had not.
"A good girl does not do this. You know how much it cost me find that place in company A. I am very disappointed," he continued, ignoring my attempts to calm him. "If you go on like this, I'll never have the joy to see you settled. You know, since your mother died, my only reason for living is to ensure a good future."
"Dad, please, you said to me many times. My mother died three years now, I learned to get along alone. I am a grown woman, and most importantly I have set aside a bit 'of money I could afford to look for another job quietly. And then, the actions that we have invested in stock market are earning well, is not is not it? ".
My aim appears to be achieved ... When I played the card of the shares, my father swelled with pride and began to recite a seemingly endless monologue.
" Yes, indeed. Modestly, I was very shrewd. I knew it would come the crisis! He felt the air. See, Keiko, I have studied as you. I did not have your own possibilities. Yet, from a mere employee, I managed to make a career and I taught myself to invest in the stock market. Young people are different now ... no longer as strong as once a temper, do not want to sacrifice, do not know what the commitment ... ".
Every time I think that those who were, he said, pearls of wisdom.
Since we were alone, our relationship had changed completely.
As a child I had a terror of his opinion, and I would do anything to please him: it was for this reason that I had entered college.
If I could decide for themselves, I gathered my things and I would be most expensive game to Europe to pursue a career I wanted to become a painter.
But my mother's illness had come like a bolt from the blue, destabilizing the balance of our family, and at that point I did not feel to leave a middle-aged man, who had come directly from the solicitous care of his mother to those of wife, completely to himself. Now beginning to become old.
I may not be a model daughter, but the sense of filial piety still possess it. The result was that my father slowly began to see myself as a reference point, and, incredibly, to be open, communicate your feelings to the point that his role as father master, a typical Japanese man, was only the shadow of itself, an empty shell to show in society.
I feel a bit 'as a replacement for the mother, but with poor results.
out of college, in fact, I went to live away from him, into a fashionable district of the capital, with the excuse that the company's headquarters had assumed that I was too far from our home.
This was not the first time I went to live alone. I had already tried to leave before graduation. At that time I was engaged to Daisuke, a student at my high school, who came from the province of Yokohama, and had lived my family problems as an obstacle to her happiness.
My move was the last attempt to run that story. Not surprisingly, living together created more problems, and he vanished into thin air, how fast the card past a cigar over the flame of the lighter.
The metallic voice sweet but the Annunciation, which marks the name of the next stop, quickly brought me back to reality. "Shibuya, Shibuya tsugi desu wa" he said slowly. Now that phrase had become a familiar chant, a sort of mandala, repeating to myself every day even after leaving the station.
had not even force myself to go to the exit of the car, because the mass of commuters, who meanwhile had occupied the last inch of space, relentlessly pushed me out of it.
Shibuya station was full of life, bright and impressive. It is located inside a shopping mall, which is quite rare in Japan. In
copy automatic gestures of at least fifty people in front of me, I pulled out the card and spent rechargeable metro bars.
The smell of food coming from the bars of the building I penetrated in the nostrils, making you hungry.
Walking towards the entrance of the orange line, which would take me home, I stopped along the corridor on the second floor veranda: the huge windows opened onto the square below, where, hidden by some trees and a quay area used smoking, we could see the statue of Hachiko. At his feet crowds of young men would meet every day, tirelessly.
the other side, almost at my same height, their faces blurred customers of Starbucks looked like ghosts colorful and busy. To my left, however, almost hidden, there was a bar and restaurant unlikely Western tastes, where I had arranged to meet for the first time my last boyfriend, Masayuki.
a pang in my heart left me almost breathless, so I decided it was better to walk towards home.
I sat in a wagon to the top of the car, which was more convenient for my release and was also less crowded.
This time there were no students or commuters, but only young boys and middle-aged ladies with their children.
matsuri was almost time, so every now and then poking a few well-dressed yukata that looked a bit 'of color to the gray metal of the car. In
see girls with hair combed to art, I was a bit 'nostalgia for the sour taste of the caramel apples I ate at every fair since I was little. I decided that
weekend I went to Asakusa to visit the temple because it was relatively close to my house.
A girl, following my gaze to the charms of Hello Kitty hanging from the handbag of a lady, gave me a knowing smile. I personally find it inappropriate that a lady of forty years, still dressed like a girl, but in this city there were no rules and no longer so if I was doing.
"How old are you?" I asked the girl hoping her mother would not notice and I am not judged inappropriate.
"I've got eight, and my sister has six," she said, pointing to a sleeping child on the lap of what appeared to be his grandmother.
I smiled, and began to listen Utada Hikaru in my I-pod.
"Even if I meet you, I can not see, the sea divides us."
hummed softly, hoping that time passes more quickly. I went to Ginza
along with a bunch of other people running to the various outputs, dispersing quickly along the corridors, always with his head bowed.
I took the A13 exit and stopped to contemplate the windows of the shopping center, where they were exposed to the very expensive Italian leaders. I climbed the narrow stairs and went ahead of me, alongside the luxury shops and avoiding the people who sent marching in the opposite direction.
the height of the boutique of Louis Vuitton, Chanel before that, I turned right, not before that I focused on the bag, I bet, would be my next purchase.
Suddenly I felt the urge to drink something warm and creamy, but I was too lazy to go home and get me a cappuccino machine with which I had bought in Italy during my last business trip.
then I went into Starbucks along the way, and after a short wait, I ordered an au lait spot, of which I was greedy.
I went upstairs and I sat down in the smaller room, as the most comfortable chairs situated in the lounge were all occupied.
the table next to me sat a girl of about twenty, with long hair tied back. He was reading a book university, probably economy. He seemed not to notice the two ladies who were chatting loudly in front of her, gossiping about this and less.
The waiters came and went in a hurry, but it was not clear what they were doing. He sensed, however, by their speeches in the afternoon the place had hosted a concert of live music, which had attracted many customers.
All were in turmoil because, normally, the concerts were held on Friday, while this week the program was strangely changed and they ended up deciding to move to Thursday.
The thing must have been quite rare, to judge from annoyance on the face of head room, which obviously was annoyed that change from his daily grind. I noticed one thing I
Stan: the usual foreign teachers, who came every day to teach their language to the Japanese, that Thursday had disappeared, much earlier than other times.
In that area there were many language schools, large and small, but the most famous failure was just leaving work without a multitude of teachers. As a result, the surrounding bars had become the main base for private lessons to those students who had decided not to interrupt classes. In all probability most of them would have had to stagger his stay with every weekend in Korea three months to renew the permit residence. It was not new.
leaning on the counter I noticed that windows had just been released. I did a quick calculation of how much force I would remain before falling asleep in his chair, and walked to the stool, dragging his feet sore. I felt an urgent impulse to take off those heels annoying, but I still want to go home.
leaned his elbows on the floor and put on the headphones, if there was one thing I liked about this bar, it was the choice of CDs made available to the public. Of course, it was not as extensive as that in the Shibuya station, but it was nice.
pulled out the various covers and song titles I reviewed quickly: there was John Lennon, Elvis, a collection of old jazz and French songs.
on the song "Imagine" the gaze position on the comings and goings of people below the pavement, and with melancholy mood, I began to reflect sull'atavica loneliness that unites all human beings present and past.
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