Formerly worked at a travel company in Tokyo. Now writing a journal of a life in time of Covid 19 from a little corner of Japan
Keeping up with reading habit
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June 2020 was another beginning to adopt to new life cycle. Normally I read books on train while commute, sometimes at station café in the morning. I had at least 2 hours to delve into reading books. With corona virus, I gave up reading at café as they requested customers to stay maximum 30 minutes. Café was no longer the place for relaxation and reading books with a nice cup of coffee.
Reduced working days also lead to a need to change reading habit. Reading on the train was not bad after all, with almost no distraction. How was I used to such daily routine. After checking e-mail from office, I tried to sit down and read books at home.
It was somehow difficult to sit down and read books at home, especially fiction with nice ending. With so much was going on in the reality, not only because of the virus but the uncertain future of travel business, it was hard to escape into the world of fiction. I managed to finish few books.
This is the book that I bought right after the state of emergency was lifted and local stores reopened. This is Chaucer’s classic, an abridged version for children in modern language. The Wife of Bath’s Tale and The Friar’s Tale were brilliant.
This one was hard to get into. A classic story by Elizabeth Gaskel, portraying some families concerned with the cotton industry in Manchester, England, at the time of industrial revolution. The story was dramatic, revolving around industrial strike and a case of murder. One of the protagonist, Mary Barton, seems portrayed as fame fatal, and more she looked innocent, the story seems scary. A good story, but it was difficult to appreciate the world portrayed in this fiction, perhaps because there were more complicated and uncertain issues going on in the real world.
This is a sequel to “A Year in Provence”, an essay by Peter Mayle which was a big hit in 1990’s. He left Provence after writing “A year in Provence”, and he made a return there after spending 4 years in the United States. The book is his second impression of Provence, perhaps more deep into the local custom and industry. Although the initial excitement of cultural encounter was less obvious, this is a good book to let your mind escape to rustic countryside in Southern France. The author’s books lead me to decide the direction of my career after leaving university. It was good to come back to the basic.
The book is about a lawyer’s family and his defense for a man who was arrested because of prejudice and discrimination against black people in the United States. I chose this book because at the time of reading, there was a movement of ‘Black lives Matter’ in the USA. This is not an excellent choice to understand the real cause of the racial discrimination rooted in America, but it was better than nothing to understand a part of American history through fiction.
It was about 30 years ago. I was waiting for my plane at the Heathrow airport. I was on the way back to Japan after studying at a university in UK for a year. The final exam date was not out until last minutes, and it was difficult to fix the day I leave the country. I booked the seat only 3 days before the flight. As soon as the exams are over, I sent out my text books and belongings from my college room, said goodbye to my friends, and headed for London. It was slightly late in the afternoon when I arrived at Euston station. I went straight to a youth hostel in city centre, whic had a good access to Piccadilly line which has direct connection to the Heathrow airport. I slept soundly, and got up early to catch the underground bound for the airport. After check in, I sat at one of bench in airport lobby, waiting for boarding announcement. Then, there came a group of soldiers. They were walking in a line, wearing khaki army outfit. When they got c
Many years ago, during my stay in the UK, I was aware that pubs offered cidre, known as "cider" in English. However, for some reason, my British acquaintances strongly discouraged me from ordering apple cider. They claimed it was not something young people should drink, that it wouldn't suit Japanese taste buds, and that Japanese people were not accustomed to strong alcohol, which they believed apple cider to be. Their opinions, particularly the insistence that "it doesn't suit Japanese palates," left me puzzled. Despite their claimed familiarity with Japan, it seemed they were determined to prevent me from trying apple cider. Looking back, I suspect they may have had a negative experience recommending it to a Japanese person in the past, perhaps to avoid disappointing me. After several decades, I finally had the opportunity to savor British-made apple cider. A Tokyo-based restaurant had a menu featuring about eight types of apple cider. Recalling my past en
A tale from the distant past unfolds when a colleague from the travel agency bid us farewell, prompting the team to gather for a celebratory meal. Opting for the favorite Spanish cuisine of the departing comrade, our second-year colleagues discovered a delightful eatery nearby in Tokyo. Run by a Spaniard, the restaurant was conveniently close to the office, and on that day, they had arranged a private room for our group. As we indulged in classic paella and fine wines, the jovial atmosphere escalated, and the affable owner inquired if we desired anything more. It was then that someone exclaimed, "We'd love some sangria!" The proprietor's momentary hesitation upon hearing this request left me a lasting impression. Returning from the kitchen, the owner presented us with three large pitchers of sangria. Brimming with oranges and other fruits, this chilled concoction was a refreshing delight for our somewhat inebriated selves. However, the lingering ex
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