Exile

Since I am working on the new page, I am very busy again, and since I have always been a night owl, I have gone back to my nerdy ways and do the best of my work in the middle of the night. So, I went to bed yesterday somewhere around 3 am.

And I was promptly awakened from my slumber at 9:15 sharp, by some person starting renovation work on the roof exactly above my head – with a jackhammer. What a joy! Yes, it could have been worse because they start officially at 8:30, but I am simply not functional after only 6 hours of sleep…

At first, I did not want to leave, but after only 30 minutes of jackhammering on the roof, my opinion had changed… I spent the day in exile in the KOKOKA, where I got quite a lot of things done, albeit somewhat unrelated to what I needed to do, because I did not want to send sensitive stuff over a connection that I know is unsafe…

Anyway, I guess I won’t be up much longer today since I am tired. And I hope they have at least finished whatever they needed the jackhammer for, even though they will be working on the roof throughout the whole month. I have an appointment with my accountant on Thursday, at least then I must be home, at any other time I can leave. At least it is hanami too, so there’s a lot of pretty trees to see outside. Hopefully the weather will hold out for a while.

New Endeavours

logoWell, I thought I’m not busy enough these days, so I started another webpage. It is meant to become a one-stop-shop for everything that’s up in Kyoto, from sights to events, from how to get around to where to eat and sleep… I’m hoping for the best, meaning: some income, but obviously, we’re talking about a work in progress right now. Check out the page – and watch it grow before your eyes!

Scaffolding

As the last one of four, my building now also has a scaffold outside. The construction on this has finished yesterday, and this is the current view out of my living room:

view through scaffoldingIt is not as bad as I thought though. When I saw the long black sheets being hung on the other buildings I almost despaired over the prospect of living in a cave for three months. However, as you can see, those sheets are surprisingly transparent even though the photo was taken when it was quite overcast. When I open the blinds and curtains, my apartment feels like in a light fog rather than in darkness. I am quite pleased by this unexpected turn of events.

So, I hope for the best for the following weeks with respect to noise. Just today I received the announcement that the walls will be repaired in the next two weeks and that roof repairs are scheduled for all of April. I already noticed that I can hear people walk on the roof, so I better make a list of cafes for emergency retreats.

Even though the renovation works have already been delayed by a week for some reason, the whole thing is extremely organised. At the entrance to our building there is a notice board where the main developments are documented. There is also a list of balconies where it is permitted to hang out laundry – updated daily in the morning. And for the really big things we receive a special announcement in our mailboxes, colour-coded depending on what will happen.

comicTwo weeks ago we received a blue notice telling us that the scaffolding work will commence, and that we need to remove everything from our balconies. A special place downstairs was designated for each house so that any plants on the balconies can be put there as long as the scaffolding is up. Not that I could read any of this, but in Japan, nothing can be written without a little comic attached. This one essentially says “I can’t work like this!”

Lost & Found

When I was a child, we had friends in another part of Austria. They had a small farm in the mountains with cows and sheep and this was pretty much the only place we ever went on vacation. Since they had six kids more or less around my age, it was always much fun for me. Unfortunately, we lost touch, and the last time we saw each other was more than 20 years ago.

Imagine my surprise when I received an email from the eldest daughter just the other day! After all these years it clicked immediately again, and we have been busy exchanging photos and our life stories ever since. It’s fantastic! I still have no idea how she found me on another continent, but I guess nothing is impossible these days…

The Master of Go

The Master of Go
Yasunari Kawabata

Cover of "The Master of Go"The Master of Go describes a single match of Go between the old master Honinbo Shusei and the young Otake of Seventh Rank. We follow the game from the single first stone played on June 26th to the final counting of the score on December 4th. While the novel’s main theme is the match, its focus lies on the characters of the players, especially the master’s. We hear about the reverence he expects (and receives) and how he is able to fully immerse himself in the play, forgetting everything else. During the recesses, however, he appears more human and his illness, which will lead to a 3 month interruption of the game, comes to the fore.

The Master of Go is a somewhat fictionalized account of the last match of Honinbo Shusei against Minoru Kitani, where Kawabata was present as reporter for a newspaper. The novel is often seen as an homage to the courteous Old Japan, that must make place – involuntarily but inevitably – for the formal New Japan, where strict regulations take the place of the ingrained behaviour of old. The match itself is legendary and is still used for teaching Go.

Now that computers have finally managed to learn how to play Go, I found it interesting that the book describes a similar culture clash between the retiring master and the young player. Both their characters, their backgrounds, and their dealing with problems on and off the Go board are described in great detail and bring to life what might otherwise have been nothing more than sports commentary.

Yasunari Kawabata, born in 1899 in Osaka, was one of the most renowned Japanese writers. Orphaned at four, he lived with various family members before moving to a boarding house at the age of 17. He started to study English literature, but soon became known as a writer in the early 1920s. Kawabata won the Nobel Prize for literature as the first Japanese in 1968, and died four years later.  He considered “The Master of Go” his finest novel.

You don’t need to know how to play Go to enjoy the novel, promised! Check it out on amazon.

Kitchen

Last Tuesday, the builders have started to erect the scaffolding around my house, the last one in the apartment block. I guess they will be finished with the south side by tomorrow afternoon and do the north side next week.

In view of such developments, I have pushed myself and finally bought curtains for the livingroom and kitchen. Since I live in the fifth floor, I did not feel any urgency as there are no other buildings that high nearby from where you can see inside my home – except that other building in my apartment block, but you’d have to stand on the opposite balcony to do that, which is not really inconspicuous, not even during the night. However, the scaffolding will permit lots of people to come over and have a look so to speak, so I decided to invest in some curtains for the last two windows that didn’t have any yet.

And with this, ladies and gents, I declare my kitchen to be fully functional! Not that it needed much beyond the appliances that I bought when I moved in… The furniture consists of the cheapest IKEA table and some folding chairs, everything else was built-in. The kitchen is relatively narrow, so I thought it would be best if I can put at least the chairs away when they are not in use, which is effectively most of the time since I hardly ever entertain. Here it is:

my kitchenTo my shame I have to admit that the counters are not always that clean and empty. I honestly hate doing dishes, so most of the time the sink is full with pots and pans and plates that are waiting for me to do some impulse cleaning – which happens as soon as I run out of something, mostly teaspoons.

My friend who visited after Christmas did comment on the relative emptiness of it all, she could not understand how I can live in a sterile environment like this, especially since she is one of those people who needs to have everything out in the open lest she forget about it. Well, I prefer to have things neatly put away. I have no use for dust catchers, especially not in the kitchen.

Replay

Although the soroban test was only on Sunday and I did not receive any official result yet, I already know that I failed it. Again. There’s not much point in hoping if you only did 9 exercises and you need at least 10 to pass… At least this time I am only partially to blame.

This time the test took place in a large meeting hall at a community center. The hall could seat 200 people; the 1st kyu candidates were seated in front, and in the back there were the candidates for 3rd kyu. Usually, the procedure is as follows: Once everybody is seated and has their soroban paraphanalia laid out in front of them, the rules of the test are read aloud: What is permitted and not, how to write certain solutions, and what to do when a rubber is needed. Then the test sheets are handed out, the candidates fill in their names and candidate number, and the sheet is placed upside down in front of them. Finally, the person administering the test says loudly: Hai, yo-i (turn your sheets around) and hai, hajime (start!) and starts the timer for 7 minutes. At the end of the time there is a loud yell of yame (stop!).

This time things were slightly different. The reading of the rules was shorter than I had remembered. After everybody had their sheets there came a general question whether everything was okay with everybody. And into the ensuing silence the woman in charge yelled yo-i and nothing else – on top of her voice and into a microphone. I am obviously too old for these kind of shenenigans because I almost got a heart attack! My hands were still shaking at the end of the first 7 minutes (multiplications, my forte) and I only calmed down after the second 7 minutes, when I realised that I had botched the divisions, again.

It’s interesting how much those little insignificant things can throw you off. And I am a bit angry too, because had this happened during my first try of this exam it would not have meant anything then, I might have been prepared for something like this and I might have done better this time. Oh well, there’s always a next time, isn’t it?

Visit

Today was a wonderful warm and sunny day – and I was quite busy all day long. A few days ago I mentioned that a friend of mine was in hospital. Today I heard that he had left the ICU and was now in a normal room, and since I was in the neighborhood anyway, I decided on a whim to visit him in hospital.

My visit was unplanned, and I arrived around 6 pm when the hospital was ready to shut down for the day. The information counter had been closed since 5:15, and there were hardly any people around. I was finally directed to the emergency entrance, where I could ask for the whereabouts of my friend. Thank goodness I don’t have much experience when it comes to hospitals, neither as patient nor as visitor. But I did notice that here in Japan – or at least: in Kyoto University hospital – access to patients is much more difficult than in Austria.

When you visit somebody in a hospital in Austria, all you need is the name of the person and you will readily receive the room number from the information counter at the entrance. Not so here: I had to give my friend’s full name, age, and his address before I was told the ward and floor he was on, but not his room number. I am not sure whether this is standard procedure, but I think my friend’s name is not very common, so it is unlikely that there were more than one with this name in the hospital today. Once in the ward, I had to go to the nursing station where I had to fill out a short form asking for date, visitor’s name, and patient’s name before a nurse finally took me to my friend’s room.

Now I know what standard rooms in Kyoto University hospital look like: I guess this particular building is about 40 years old or more. The rooms are very small, only 4 beds with ugly green curtains between them to assure some sort of very limited privacy – all doors to patient’s rooms stand wide open. Toilets and bathrooms are outside, which was normal at that time in our hospitals as well. On the other hand, at the door of each room there is an electronic touchscreen with the patient’s names; I found the contrast striking.

I was glad I was admitted to see my friend. I disturbed him during dinner, which did not look very enticing to me, but I know that only last week or so he was still on a diet of jelly… He is doing very well, in fact, he will go home on Sunday already. He claims to be a bit sad about this since he is enjoying his “vacation” and next week he will have to go back to work. I believe it’s also the young nurses he’ll be missing…

Appearances

Check this out: Do you know what that is? a bowl of stone chocolate

No, I am not trying to bring nature into my apartment by covering its beautiful tatami with stones. And I’m not into stone appreciation either…

This is in fact stone chocolate from a nearby shop. I found its appearance so interesting that I just had to try it… The mouth feel is somewhat rough indeed, but once you get through the sugar coating on the outside, the chocolate is rather nice. The stones taste like m&m’s, but they are a bit harder to bite, probably because of the irregular shape. I’ll see if that store has this type of chocolate more often, I think it makes an interesting gift…

Fushimi Inari Taisha

Fushimi Inari Taisha is the largest shinto shrine in Japan dedicated to Inari Okami, one of the principal kami or gods of Shinto. Inari is the Japanese god of rice and agriculture as well as industry, and people visit one of the countless Inari shrines to pray for general prosperity and success in business. This is the reason why Inari is vastly popular all over Japan, there are said to be more than 30.000 Inari shrines, that’s more than 1/3 of all the shrines of Japan. The main shrine at Kyoto attracts some 3 million visitors – during the three days of New Year only!Entrance to Fushimi Inari Taisha, KyotoFushimi Inari Taisha, situated in the south of Kyoto city is the oldest of all Inari shrines. It was allegedly founded in the 8th century – some 100 years before Kyoto became the capital of Japan – by a local family named Hata. Worship of Inari, a local god of agriculture going back to the 5th century, spread quickly however, and around 950 this shrine was chosen to be one of only 22 to receive imperial patronage. In the 15th century, during the Onin wars, the entire shrine complex burnt down, and it took 30 years to rebuild it.

Main gate donated by HideyoshiToday, Fushimi Inari Taisha’s main complex is at the foot of Inari hill. There is a beautiful two storey entrance gate, donated to the shrine by Toyotomi Hideyoshi in 1589. Behind it there is the main hall of the shrine, where five different kami – different representations of Inari – are enshrined and can be worshipped. Torii lining the paths up Inari hill

The most interesting and probably best known part of the shrine however, is the hill behind the main structures. Several paths lead up the hill to three more, somewhat smaller shrines where people can worship. The most important one is of course the one on the very top, but the 2 hour hike up there can be strenuous in hot weather, and not all of the worshippers make it, even though there are small restaurants on the way. Additionally, on the higher parts of the hill there are graveyards, which is interesting insofar as Shinto does not usually deal with death – this is the realm of the Buddhists. In olden times however, the distinction between Shinto and Buddhism was blurry, and this is just one of many occasions where it can still be seen today.

Smaller shrines on Inari hillAs mentioned above, Inari shrines can be found everywhere and their distinctive feature are their vermillion torii. Whereas other shrines may have only a few, Inari shrines have numerous torii that are often placed behind each other to form a dense archway on the road to the main place of worship. Most of these torii have been presented to the shrine as gift, and at their back, the name of the sponsor (either a personal name or a company) as well as the date of the donation is inscribed in black, which gives a striking image when returning from prayer. Fushimi Inari Taisha, as the main shrine, has some 5000 torii that line the paths up the mountain, all donated by various businesses from all over Japan. Depending on the level on which they are placed and on their size, a torii can be bought for as little as 100.000 YEN, and go up to 4 million YEN or more. Torii on the way down Inari hillAnother characteristic that is unique to Inari shrines is the fox. Lots of statues of foxes can be found there, in various sizes and finish, from tiny ceramic foxes to huge stone ones. They can also be bought as lucky charms. The image below shows a fox statue with a key in its mouth – the key is supposed to be one to a granary. Although in ancient Japan foxes did the job of hunting mice – hence the granary reference – they still have a somewhat ambiguous image. Since they can transform into a human being, foxes are seen as mischievous and sometimes dangerous. They are also believed to be Inari’s messenger, and if you treat a fox well, you will be rewarded by the god. But beware if you are cruel to a fox, punishment will be swift!Fox statue at Fushimi with key