Homestay
A homestay program in Takaoka, a small neighbourhood 1hr from where i live. This town is soooooo small, people here greet each other wherever whenever… Even Mera-san (a relative from Brazil who lives in Shizuoka) said …”omg… everyone greets each other ne… aiya… cannot do bad things here wei….”
10th to 12th August was the program…
well their relatives arrived on the same day as I, so I couldnt stay in their house, instead stayed in the guest room of their son’s house, just next door. Here’s the view from my room…
nice eh… i mean, Japanese graveyards are not scary at all… i pass by one everyday when i go to uni… although the journey is only 700m from bedroom to faculty…. what makes our graveyards scary….
1. tooooo huge… and you always imagine yourself lost inside at night, then, old grandma grandpas at their doors all start to invite you to their ‘houses’… “come, didi, … i have chicken rice with roast duck…”
2. photos stuck to the stone, and they somehow stare at you wherever you stand
3. the rectangular shape of the soil is clear of where the dead is lying, you always imagine yourself trip over and lie flat on the face on top of that… ok… maybe its me… not you
did i mention i was the only one sleeping on the second floor?
to be continued…
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