Recently on Mariahilfer street in Vienna, I found those two new things. The one above looks rather strange, it is mounted on a fire hydrant. On top there is a solar panel. I did not understand what it is and for many days we talked about its purpose. Today on the internet we found what it is good for! It is a device that sprays fine mist when the temperatures are high in order for people to cool down. It is quite warm in Vienna now and I can hardly wait to see it in action.
The device on the picture below is obviously a trash can. It also wears a solar panel as a “hat”. I understand that it is an automated trash compactor which reduces the size of the waste so that one can put more in it. How fantastic!
Because both feature solar panels I suppose their operation is quite ecological. Devices that are well thought out for the environment are very important. I would like to welcome them to Mariahilfer street and I hope they will do a good job!
Now there are many movements against incorrect or unjust circumstances. Even though Coronavirus has not gone away, many people gather to protest. About one year ago, here in Austria there were huge protests because of a problematic video of a political leader . Many people spontaneously gathered one after the other at Hofburg (near government offices) to protest, the voices grew ever louder. This really happened in the city where I live.
Nowadays through the spreading via the internet it is possible to spread information or contacts worldwide. Therefore one could easily think that everything might work like this. Of course the internet makes many things possible but in the end if we want to really move something, people in fact have to gather in person and raise their voices. The power of human crowds is enormous!!
When I was very young my family very often visited my father’s house. That house was in Aki city in the Eastern part of Kochi prefecture. Back then there was a streetcar from Kochi city to Aki city. That streetcar was quite slow with many intermediate stops and so the journey time was rather long. But I liked this journey. Because I liked to look out the window! The seats were up against the window and so I was allowed to take off my shoes and sit on the seat looking out the window. Sunny days, rainy days, daytime, nighttime…I saw so many different views from the window and I was never bored.
A highlight of this journey was the ocean view. Kochi city is not far away from the ocean but since my family did not have a car it was rare for me to be able to see the ocean. Approaching Aki city, this streetcar ran close to the ocean. Because I love the ocean I was eagerly awaiting it. When I could catch a glimpse of the ocean throught the trees my heart almost exploded with excitement. On the coast there usually are many pine trees. And to my eyes it looked as though the trees came close to me, slowly turned, and showing their other side said goodbye. When I noticed that, I joyfully said to my mother “Mother, look! Fashion show of trees!”. Then she said to me “The trees are standing still, the streetcar is moving!”. I thought I understood but to my eyes it looked as though the trees were turning and that seemed miraculous.
Even when I take the streetcar right now, I remember the “fashion show of trees”. But to the eyes of my grown up self it does not look like the trees are turning. It is a miracle that back then I could observe it in amazement. Also back then during those journeys the most frightening aspect were the tunnels. Tunnels seemed to me as frightening as the end of the world. I get a warm feeling bacause back then “fashion show of trees” as well as “tunnel” I did experience with the emotions of a child. And I think it is a little bit sad that I no longer have this sense.
In the garden of our house in Kochi, there used to be a Kaki tree. When I was a teenager, I used to lie on the couch listening to music and looking at the kaki tree outside. The leaves were such a beautiful green and they gave me a lot of pleasure. In Japan there is a saying that it takes about 8 years for a Kaki tree to bear fruit. This seemed about right concerning our Kaki tree. When I was about the age of University student, our tree started bearing fruits and they were sweet, juicy and quite delicious. Since I attended university in a different city, I always missed the fruit bearing seasons. After graduating from music university, only the could I see the Kaki tree full with fruits, which was quite spectacular. There was a tool in the shape of a rod, which made it possible to remotely and carefully cut off the fruits and harvest them. My parents asked me to harvest Kaki with that tool, but I was not a big help, because I used to laugh a lot. I felt it strange, that some grippping motion occured far away from my hand and I could not stop laughing. Therefore my parents called a boy from the neighbourhood to do it and so he helped my parents every year as long as he was living with his parents. He was a tender boy who loved music and I heard he eventually he went to Kobe to manufacture guitars. About fifteen years ago, my father told me that he was still in his twenties when he died in a car accident. Because he was an only child, I presume that his parents’ pain was surely without limit. Later, they moved away. The Kaki tree grew to be immensely tall and some years ago I has to cut him down in size. It is still alive and always new fresh branches appear from it. I heard that Kaki is an Asian tree. When I came to Vienna for the first time, there were no Kaki sold anywhere. Starting about twenty years ago, Kaki began to be sold in autumn. Also in Italy in supermarkets, I often see Kaki fruits and I see that Italians like to eat ripe Kaki. In Italy there is often Kaki sorbet sold in Ice Cream stores. When I go to Italy in autumn and winter, I look forward to eating that kind of sorbet. There is another memory of Kaki fruits. My Buddhist teacher, Mr. Okamoto, when he was a professor at Sakuyo Music University one time in his room there was a small bowl with Kaki fruits inside. Every time I used to visit his room, there was still one Kaki left in the bowl. One day I worked up courage and said to him “Sensei, you should eat this Kaki or else it will spoil”. Then my teacher said “I will watch that happening”. Maybe he was being philosophical about this Kaki. I remember that this Kaki was in the bowl so long that it could no longer be identified as such. Yet another memory is when my parents were still alive, that although they had harvested all the fruit, the next day there were again fruits on the tree. I doubted my eyes and thought that I must have been dreaming. I asked them where the fruits came from and whether that was at all possible. So they said that they put some Kaki back on the tree as bird food. I thought that was quite funny.
Today is my birthday. Many years ago, exactly at noon my voice came out for the first time in Kochi General Hospital. Back then my mother used to work at this hospital. There she did some accounting work. Since it was noon lunch break, many of her colleagues, being nurses, came by to see me and to congratulate her. My mother often told me this story and I find it to be wonderful. Thank you, I am here and have grown so big.
2019 marks the 150th anniversary of the beginning of diplomatic relations between Austria and Japan. There are many and diverse events to commemorate this anniversary. I came to Austria a long time ago in order to study classical singing. In the meantime I have gotten married and my husband is Austrian. My husband and I would like to contribute to this anniversary as well. June 1st (starting from 17:00) we shall perform a concert featuring works by Austrian and Japanese composers at the historic “Club der Wiener Musikerinnen”. That is a historic organisation, founded by Rosa Lutz, one of Brahms’ students, in 1886. This organisation was featured in my essay series, which was published in Kochi newspaper (see article above) in February 18, 2010.
Now here in Vienna it is quite beautiful. The weather is nice and warm and it is reported that lilac blossoms at least one week earlier than usual. Even though it is so beautiful, on the news there are so many sad reports and in the streets there are begggars. When I was a child I always prayed for the world to be peaceful and for all humans to be happy. But the world is still the same as it was back then. I remember the lyrics of a song by Japanese singer/songwriter Myuki Nakajima “There is always something sad”. Continuously performing steps in this world for a better tomorrow. Accepting our true being and living unincumbered. This is of course very difficult but I want to heed this.
Previously I mentioned that I am scared of monkeys caused by childhood memories. But my mother really loved monkeys. Just like me she loved animals very much. She used to watch animal documentaries on TV and always said “How cute” with a sigh. But when there was a scene when a predator, for example a lion, was chasing the prey, she suddenly took the side of the prey and yelled “Run away. Fast!”. My father and I told her that lions as well have to eat, that is nature. She got angry and said “You two are cold blooded!”. And now on to the subject monkey. My mother spent her adolescence in Taiwan. Back then my grandfather (on my mother’s side) was one of the postal officers in Taichun. Until the end of the second World War 1945 my mother and her parents lived in Taiwan. She loved Taiwan very much. She had many friends there and always said that it was a second home to her. She used to always tell me stories and mempries about it and to me it was like being told fairytales. Back in those days there were people selling baby monkeys as pets. My mother really wanted to have one as a pet but her parents said no. At that time my mother practiced Kendo (Japanese martial arts trainig with wooden swords). During a break she rested in the courtyard and there was a monkey tied to a tree. My mother drank some tea from the Dojo (training venue) and the monkey looked at her as if he wanted to drink some tea as well. Therefore she handed the teacup to the monkey and he drank it. My mother thought she had to take back the cup since it was the property of this training venue. She made a fast move to take back the cup from the monkey and then the monkey got angry and bit my mother’s arm. Fortunately she was wearing heavily padded trainig wear, but nevertheless there were bitemarks on her forearm. Even though she had experienced that she continued to love monkeys and when there were monkeys on TV she always yelled “Dear Monkey!” and stared at the TV with glowing eyes. If I had such an experience, I would never again like monkeys. She always said that her dream job would be to work with animals. My dream as a potential Billionaire is to open an animal shelter for cats and dogs. In that respect I am maybe similiar to my mother.
Here in Austria, Sunday on TV there is always the documentary series “Dog whisperer” featuring Cesar Millan. Mr. Millan, who is the dog whisperer, helps problematic dogs and their owners. Often it is beleieved that the dogs themselves are problematic but in fact that is caused by humans. Although I do not have a dog right now, I find this to be quite valuable and that it teaches me a lot. Humans and dogs have a long common history but nevertheless they are different species and therefore we must not forget it and as dog owners we have to behave appropriately. Mr. Millan tells his clients that when you enter the territory of a dog, there should be no eye contact. Such a scene always reminds me of my childhood experience. During the last year of primary school we went on a trip by bus. That was my first trip ever without my parents and we visited some island, where olives are harvested, which is rare in Japan, with a mild climate and a beautiful scenery. But a huge problem for me were monkeys, and on this island there were many monkeys roaming around freely. That was my first experience of seeing monkeys in the wild. All around, there were signs saying “Do not look into the monkeys’ eyes!”. But… there were so many monkeys all around, even in the trees, and so there were eyes everywhere. I did not know where to look and so I panicked. Now I can laugh about it but if I were in the same situation, I would surely panic again. By the way, generally speaking I really like animals. Of course I have great sympathy for pets living with humans like dogs and cats and so I want to approach animals and look into their eyes. But watching the documentary with Mr. Millan, I learned that I must remember that not in all situations it is appropriate to approach animals and look into their eyes.
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