The new virus

Tokyo is functioning at 100% as usual.

Except a slight feeling of apocalyptic panic by the shelves in the supermarkets where you can usually find many many types of surgical masks.

The mask: a very common item in Japan throughout the year, used not only for reasons such as the common cold or a new virus. I usually don’t think much of it, except at times when a person who wears it is talking to me, and I find myself wishing I could see the lower part of their face.

The shelves are all empty of masks. Everywhere.

Today, I went around my neighborhood in Chiba on a quest to find masks, thinking it is far enough from central Tokyo, so I should be able to find some. After several konbini (convenience stores) and medical supermarkets, empty of masks, I realized the task might be more challenging than I thought.

At the next place I entered, I asked about the masks right away. The lady looked at me and I could see a sad smile behind her own mask. She apologized and said they run out. I asked about Alcohol-based hand sanitizer bottles instead. Pointing at a small, traveling size one that I have attached to my backpack. She went with me to the area of soaps in the store, where we discovered another empty body of naked shelves. She apologized again and straight bowed her head.

I continued.

It seemed like everyone around me was looking for the masks. Some people were talking about how rude were those who bought more than one package at a time, so nothing left for others.

This made me think that the kind of life I am experiencing is pretty organized and comfortable. In every country I lived in there were systems and laws and expectations from society to behave accordingly in order for everything to keep on going, more or less, the same way as it did yesterday.

In Japan, I feel like this is especially highly valued.

But sometimes, an unknown obstacle slips into the comfortably functioning system, threatening to pull it all into an unknown place of fear and chaos.

I felt it during the couple of earthquake drills I’ve been to (though they were very organized), before the big typhoon a few months ago (no water bottles or flashlights anywhere to be found), and today while listening to an elderly couple standing by the empty masks shelves and wondering aloud where are the masks.

The notion that life, as we know it, might end tomorrow, and we must be ready, is a feeling no one likes very much. Especially the unknown part about it.

I do not know much about the new virus to be honest. But I have some masks left that I started putting on while on the train, and I am washing my hands a bit more often than usual.

I am hoping everyone will be okay, and that winter and its microscopic friends will be over soon.

 

 

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Summer is almost here

And I love the summer.

Though it is going to be super hot, everyone here says so.

Five months ago, I got rid of 70% of my “stuff”, sent the rest by boat to my parents and left my apartment in Jerusalem feeling a bit unsure about a lot of things related to the past, the future, and the present.

I am still a bit unsure about things, but I am working on thinking less about the past, not worrying about the future, and most definitely enjoying the present.

Because I made it to Japan, but more importantly, I took off for another adventure.

The postmen here call me “Peregu” and it’s a refreshing identity. I look at the envelope they handed to me, it’s from the bank account I just opened or the phone company I just joined. Everything is in Japanese, it makes me slightly nervous. Then I look at my (hebrew) name written in Katakana; it’s funny and different. And I like it.

Tokyo University of Foreign Studies is where I am studying the Japanese Language until September. Then, I will move on to a totally different part of Tokyo. Everything will be new again: my university, where I will be living, where I will go to get groceries, the people I will meet and encounter.

There are some unknown obstacles ahead. Sometimes my head is full of questions of how things will be like. But I am learning to count on myself. It will be ok.

And more importantly, I am here now. On this part of Tokyo for the time being. And I go to my university every day. Sometimes, I almost forget that around it, there are some very nice places I should indulge in before life goes on.

TUFS is located at the depths of residential Western Tokyo: Neighborhoods, parks, locals who really like to grow cucumbers in their gardens. They are very surprised to see me walking around. I can relate.

It’s quiet. Peaceful. Foreign to me.

Crazy Tokyo itself, The City with no ends, is looming just a short train ride away. But I like being a bit far from it. Close enough to reach, far enough to withdraw.

Some photos from a walk I took after uni today.

 

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Heading to Tokyo

After three months in the US, I landed back in Israel for three weeks. I have been moving around a lot during these past weeks! Visiting relatives, staying in different homes, and being asked, again and again, where am I living nowadays? and what is going on?

When I say that I am moving to Japan people are astonished, and so am I.

I cannot believe this is actually happening. Yes, I have been dreaming of moving to Japan, but I am also feeling blissful in front of such a big change in my life. By now, I am quite experienced with drastic changes, moving countries, saying goodbyes and starting over. My life has been full of this for the past decade. It is hard. It can be frightening and emotionally draining at times. But I came to love it.

I am not entirely sure why. I think it has to do with feeling fresh, or simply alive. The search for finding myself, yet again, in a new place, rediscovering basic needs, often helps me reach a sense of inner stability.

Ok that’s nice, but why did I come back to Israel and now I am heading to Japan?

(And my connection is in Paris, by the way)

As a MEXT Scholarship recipient from Israel, my flight to Japan was booked for me by MEXT (which is amazing) from Israel to Japan. My entire application procedure for the scholarship was from Tel Aviv. Which meant back and forth trips to the Embassy from Jerusalem (where I lived) over a year-long period. It was a long process.

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I have to say that I am super impressed by the Japanese people who work at the embassy and speak fluent Hebrew. Which brings me to… I will have to work hard on my Japanese.

I am landing straight into a six months period of language school. I did study Japanese in the past. But Japanese is very very difficult and I haven’t used it in four years.

I have to be in school the morning after I land. I’m excited to be a student again! I hope I remember how to.

I am going to be so jet-lagged haha Wish me luck 🙂

 

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Community Garden in Givatayim

 

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The Valley of the Cross, Jerusalem

 

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Tel Aviv Beach

 

 

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