After a lot 'of time away from the BLOG here I am back. It 's a really a busy time, as never before. Before arriving in Tokyo, the layout of the new house, the discovery of the neighborhood, the days waiting for the slow and soporific evening, the return of K. from work, the cold of winter, the smell of freshly cooked rice, the pot ( onabe ) boiling ( gutsu gutsu ... Japanese onomatopoeia for the sound of water bubbles, in fact) in the center of the table and vegetables waiting to be eaten cooked, warming body and soul ....
and then finally a shake-up, the work arrives, the days that are fast, relentless, full of commitments .. the series that I would need at least 36 hours a day to do everything!
The world of work in Japan and the 'very special. By joining the company '(as they say in Japanese, making shakaijin ) will acquire a range of rights, but I would say above duties. The rights could be: insurance company, supporting you in case of illness, pregnancy and so on, the carriage, which the company pays you 100% of the beer and ... evening ... becoming a sacred right of each hard worker (ハード ウォーカー) of society 'in Japan, but especially the workaholic workers in the capital.
Unfortunately, my day begins very soon .. woke up at 6:30, I prepare myself thoroughly (I finally found my rhythm and I can have breakfast with calm, even 10 minutes! ! In Italy breakfast .. it was really flash in 3 minutes flat swallowed everything and go, travel to work!) Then 'forklift pockets the bike and head for the station and leave the bike the parking fee (in Japan in the most 'live, and then with more bicycles, they are removed if parked in unauthorized areas!)
I take the 7:42 train together at least another 1,500 Japanese (1,500 more will get on the 7:45 train,,, 1,500 more than the 7:48 and so on 'road to 9:00 .... clearly when the passengers begin to decline).
The experience of the morning train, and 'very typical of life in Japan. Neatly and quietly, the Japanese coaches come in rush hour, regardless of whether they are already 'overflowing with people, still pushing into one another in order to fit perfectly TETRIS style to be able to get to work on time (punctuality 'and' all in Japan, you know). With the rain and the sun in hot summer days as in the cold winter mornings, the Japanese are at the station to catch their train, who with his umbrella in hand, those with the ipod in his ears, one with the lunch box (obento, vd. photos) carefully prepared the night before (as do I and K from a couple of weeks), who left in the middle with the novel 'the day before ....
Obentou (お 弁当) the Japanese lunch box.
not believe it, but there 'who can not read the newspaper in this pit! Note that the Japanese in this chaos always manage to keep calm and serenity in the 'more' zen the next you can 'crush crush an arm or both feet,,,, the Japanese keep their eyes closed, in a serene pose of meditation .
I usually saved me with music ... and the coach of the women .... exact, Japan, from 7:30 to 9 : 00 there are special coaches for women who do not want to be "stuck" to the men on the morning train ... chaotic as they may stretch their hands for some time then they thought of operation by a couple of train carriages in place Special forbidden to men. Although at the beginning he thought that this system was somewhat retrograde, in reality 'I began to appreciate Japanese men being careless personal hygiene than women (beh.. not all, of course, but still some,,,) morning and then my vision 'basically this:
Then arrive at the office and start my day at work ... and now 'almost been a month since the first day and beginning to understand many things .. and' a fun and creative work (which I had not until now) but it works a lot as a group (something which has no *___* not used) and the working hours and 'an option (to stay until 20:00 every day,' unfortunately, almost a rule ... even if many do not return home before 22:00!! ), but will dedicate 'a post to this crazy time negligence working here in Japan ... because there 's much more to tell! the next!
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