(this post is a part of a letter to my Brother)Japan. Came to Hokkaido and ....saw the sky. I just kept saying how beautiful it was. It is a custom to speak of beauty here. Everybody speaks of beauty, of good taste, makes compliments and tries to be very humble at the same time.
In the village where I stayed for three past days lives a puppet master. During winter time he makes amazing puppets-marionettes, and then preforms fairy-tales travelling to schools, kindergartens. A one man theatre is what he is.
"One day your home will be a museum", said Shigeko looking at all the dolls displayed in the small room.
"No-no...it will all go to garbage, I am sure," said the man.
Shigeko and her husband Hiroshi once travelled to find their place. Warm. It was very warm to meet kindred spirits. Even though it snowed.
Had a home concert yesterday. Taught them to sing in Estonian "Maa tuleb täita lastega". Played piano. I am not so shy to preform any more. Have had several small concerts. It feels like I am given only one chance. I will leave and be forgotten, so I better use that one chance of our meeting to give something of me. Great evening!I am already far away from Shintoku. Arrived to the shore of Pacific and settled in the Estonian Japan Friendship Association hotel in Kushiro. A bit strange to be in a hotel. Actually very strange. Especially because I was here two years ago and nothing has changed. Not even the lady in the reception.
Today it is exactly one month that my road started again.
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