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.
Yuka Simeno – Soprano Leopold Grossmann – Piano Music composed by Leopold Grossmann Lyrics by Lea Warden Wienerlied From the CD “Vienna Melodies” (1999) The different seasons are quite beautiful in Vienna. Video recorded March 31st and April 1st 2019 in Vienna 示野由佳 歌 レオポルト グロースマン ピアノ レオポルト グロースマン 作曲 レア ヴァルデン 作詞 ヴィーナーリート CD「ウィーンのメロディー」より(1999年発表) 四季を通じてのウィーンの美しさを讃える歌 ヴィデオ撮影 2019年3月31日、4月1日ウィーンにて
March 30th at “Die Liebenden” in Vienna, there was an exhibition event featuring my hndmade dolls. I was so happy that many people came to visit and it was a wonderful experience. Starting today for some time,this selection of dolls is on display representing my entire collection. If you are interested and would like to buy, then you can go inside and look at the catalog, which shows all available dolls.
University of Vienna, Picture by Yuka Simeno. Sigmund Freud attended University in Vienna.
I have been living in Vienna for more than 30 years now. When I started living here, one day I saw one piece of news on TV and I was positively surprised. That was a report about some incident involving many people and at the end of the report it was mentioned that the victims, their family members and other involved persons were receiving psychological assistance by specialists. Back then in Japan I had never heard in the news that counsellors were assisting victims psychologically. I thought that may be so because Austria is the birthplace of Sigmund Freud, the famous inventor of Psycho-analysis. I also thought that it may be the reason that Psychology and counselling is accepted and common among the people and so somehow I felt that being assisted by a specialist is something that is quite normal here. I thought that if also in Japan such a system of counselling could be established, that would be ideal. Recently on the internet, I saw in Japanese news that in a school there was a bloody incident and that for the shocked pupils there was a position of counsellor provided for them to talk to. Since I have been living in Vienna, maybe also in Japan in everyday life psychological counselling has gained importance and has becomme more common. I hope that many more people will be interested in counselling and that the Japanese government will put effort in creating and promoting counsellors. I also hope that people can go to counsellors easily and filled with trust, no matter if they are adults or children.
I live in Austria and there is a well known Viennese food called “Tafelspitz”. That is boiled beef served with different side dishes. “Tafelspitz” is one body part of beef and so this dish is named after it. When I ate this dish for the first time in a restaurant which is famous for that dish, I was shocked because the beef was served with creamy spinach. I heard from my grandmother that beef and spinach should not be eaten together because that makes a poisonous substance develop in the body. Timidly I asked my Austrian husband about it and he said that beef and spinach is quite a usual combination and he had never heard about anyone getting sick. I gathered my courage but my head constantly said “Don’t eat it!” and so I could not fully enjoy it. Nevertheless I ate all of it and thought that it was not too bad actually. While my grandmother was alive, at home there was a list with pictures explaining which foods not to combine. My grandmother always looked at the list before preparing the meals and she firmly believed in it. One of the forbidden combinations was beef and spinach. I remember for example crushed ice and Tempura (one type of fried food) and also Eel and Umeboshi (salty pickled plum) etc. My father said to my grandmother that those are only combinations that produce bad taste, there is no scientific basis for this and it does not have to be adhered to. I am still alive, even after Tafelspitz with spinach, and so maybe my father is correct even though he had a preference for Japanese tastes. Maybe not everything is correct but I think that not all is erroneous. That being said, I think there are combinations which have a negative effect on the body. When I was studying here in Vienna, I had a colleague fro Spain. She said that in Spain it was so hot, she ate many oranges and after that she drank some milk. She became really sick and she even noticed that her skin was yellow. She immediately went to the doctor’s and told him what she had done. The doctor said “No wonder, you must never combine oranges and milk. And your yellow skintone comes from an orange overdose.” A Swiss conductor, whom I was working with, told me that Swiss cheese fondue is very famous but you must never drink water with it. Water and the fat from the cheese don’t mix and you will get an upset stomach. Only white wine or fruit tea is recommended. Now my Austrian husband, who is 25% Swiss, told me the same. So maybe in Switzerland this is common knowledge. Not only in Japan, in other countries there are such alleged bad food combinations. I think that some are indeed based on science.
Recently there is the opportunity to see various American animated series on television. I watch those series mostly not because I plan to but rather by chance when I switch on the television. Often because of the strange nature of the contents I find myself staring at the tv. The optical depiction and the contents are unbelievably unreal and far beyond my power of imagination. I get a feeling that I cannot keep up with the flow of the times. When I watch it, it has a strong impression on me but my feeling is somehow vague and not clear. Only after I feel like telling others about it, I can comprehend the surreal nature of the contents. Again I think that I have seen such a strange thing. By expressing it with words I can comprehend it. But it is quite difficult to express something with words. Many parts I forgot to tell and also because of using words the freshness diminishes. When I started to live in Vienna, a young man started to talk to me in a supermarket. He was a student of Japanology and because he wanted to practice his Japanese, he asked my permission to talk to me while I was shopping. And so he started speaking to me in Japanese with great effort. In the bread section he wanted to explain about Austrian bread and he showed me dark bread naming it “kurai pan”. I could not comprehend what he was saying because in Japanese it is called “kuropan”.”Kuro “means black .”Kurai” menas darkness (lack of light) and also gloomy character or bad outlook, etc. In my mind I imagined bread being depressive.This conversation taught me that in German one can say “Schwarzbrot” as well as “Dunkles Brot”. In terms of language we mean the same thing but expressed it differently. Also Japanese use “Black” for dark skin. Presumably in the past there were only Asians living in Japan and all had a similar skin tone and maybe it was easy to express skin tone with “white” or “black”. He continued trying to speak Japanese and tried to explain that recently he had fallen down and blood came from a wound. In Japanese blood is “Chi” but usually the Chinese character is used. This character has many different types of pronouncing it. Blood can be read as “chi” or “ketsu”. In this case “chi” should be used. But he confused them and used “ketsu”. Unfortunately “ketsu” also means butt. Therefore he actually said “I fell down and my butt came out”. I wanted to be polite but I really could not stop laughing. He made that mistake because he was studying the characters and their way of pronounciation. Even though he was seriously explaining something, it became a very funny joke to me. With words we comprehend but that is not always easy, especially if you live in a foreign country like I do.
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