maiko-san

In early May 2008 I had a rash all over my body. I searched a dermatologist near my apartment. As a matter of fact I found the one in a building next to Mitsubishi Bank. I climbed up a staircase and checked the dermatologist from outside. Something sniffs. I thought they'd charge an outrageous doctor's fee. Back to the apartment I mulled over what I should do about my rash. I remembered that I had a contact list in Harry Potter Club. Mrs. Murakami must know the doctor I wanted. I picked up my cellphone and called her. It was kind of her to tell me the doctor's name. I got on the internet and checked the doctor. Good he lives in my neighborhood.After that I went over the map closely. Alas, he turned out to be an eye doctor. I was totally at a loss. I clapped my hands. I forgot the most important man with whom I often went to a Karaoke Bar, that is, Mr. Shimazu. I gave a ring to Mr. Shimazu. He told me that he didn't know a dermatologist. But his advice was that I s

About this theme I talked with ten elderly participants at Japan-German-Society last Saturday. Unfortunately Dorothea Goda couldn't come, because she had to escort her husband to the hospital. Rumor has it that he had a relapse. Actually he suffered from prostate cancer two years ago. I was surrounded by two women, a mature woman on my left and a young woman on my right. Therefore I was a little bit nervous. My heard pounded like crazy. You know I'm a shy guy. Let me introduce to you what was discussed at the meeting. First of all the mature woman named Frau Ikawa, who majored in the German language at Sofia University, practices Tai-Chi. She used to have a knee pain. But She is getting over it. Secondly an 83-year-old man from Shikoku Island. At a breakfast table he used honey instead of spreading butter on the toast, he eats salad, fruits and yogurt. The trick here is that he doesn't eat ham and eggs and sausages. As for lunch he eats Sanuki Noodle, his hometown mea

I lived in Minoo from September 2006 until February 2010. I went to Goethe Institute in Bentencho by train. When I had a free time I dropped in my favorite coffee shop on the Minoo shopping arcade. One day I took a look at a pamphlet, "Minoo Mail." I said to myself, "Hmmm, Harry Poitter Club. Not bad That sounds interesting.!" In January 2007, I jumped into the club. At that time we were reading the fourth book of Harry Potter series. !Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire" It was the first time I met Mrs. Murakami. I'm sorry, I have a dim memory of her, as she is a reserved woman. All I remember is that Mr. Shimazu always asked Mrs. Ishibashi a lot of questions about Harry's behavior and Hermionie's reactions. Did Harry fall in love with Hermionie? When it comes to an intimate relaltionship between them, Mr. Shimazu and Mrs. iIhibashi started arguing. For the former is for Harry and the latter is for Hermionie. At last Mrs.Murakami had a say and t

Mr. Tani is a 64-year-old executive director of Yomiuri newspaper. He lives with his wife on the 13th floor of the same condo where I live. He was born in Mie Prefecture and graduated from Kyoto University. He allegedly majored in French Literature. Up until today he suffered from lung cancer twice. Nevertheless he ran up the corporate ladder to the vice president. Looks like he's a go-getter. My daughter happened to work at the society department where Mr. Tani presided. As the Japanese office room is open without partitions, they had a small talk for example about the weather, the recent society incidents and my family. All of a sudden Mr. Tani brought up the subject of philosophy, because he studied Sartre, Rousouer and Gluckman, all ot them French philosophers. My daughter didn't know what he was talking about. After she considered for a moment, she took the plunge. She confided in that she was a great-grand-child of Nishida Kitaro. Mr. Tani was aghast. He said, "Na