Are you a foreigner?
The other day one of my four year old students asked me if I was a foreigner. I said yes and she said ‘hmmm, I thought so.’ Pretty freakin’ cute.
The sun has chosen to shine on this lovely Saturday morning. I wish I had Saturdays off. Its such a wake-up-and-drink-drink-coffee-and-mozie-around-town kind of day. But alas, Im here at the daily grind, yet hardly grinding. I may have found an opportunity to do some writing with a cool magazine but its just sort of unfolding at the moment.
Last night, against my better judgement, I accompanied my best friend to his girlfriend’s ‘kabakura’ (Japanese English for Cabaret Club). Essentially it was the PG version of a strip club. Its not totally uncommon for Japanese men to spend much of their hard earned cash at these innocent houses of mildly ill repute, tete-a-teting with young Japanese who laugh at their jokes and light their cigerettes, pour them drinks. It wasn’t at all that amusing for me as the young women are just that, young women, yoooung women. Although I did realize that it is not completely different from the service I offer teaching English. Giving fifty minutes of somewhat worthless entertainment at a premium price.
Ah, Japan never ceases to be Japan for me. Endless morsels of fat to chew, uncountable mirrors inside a kaleidescope, an infinite foreigness.
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