La Japoneisa: Dead and Pathetic*

Was up early, together with Bo chan and Wayne, who finally arrived-brought himself to Bo, Brought me a socket adapter (yay yay yay yay) and brought lots of cheese and Cadburry's chocolate as a present to all survivers. Hurray for Wayne, the Obi One Kanobi!

Together the three of us went to the fields and worked ourselves through the whole morning under the baking sun into tiredness-featured-self-satisfaction, inner pleasure and belief in harmony and peace of life within survival.
*are mosquitos once you kill them.

I am rather fascinated by the development and the reach and quality of thought processes in my current establishment.
My whole me seems to be overwhelmed, I could call it, by the environment and under the influence the self seems to be finding the way. Very slowly.
I guess what I expected was that the moment I arrive I will be overcome by sudden peace and harmony of the mind and soul, utter excitement and full understanding of myself and the others. However nothing was coming. I was like a bulk of stone, not feeling anything, unmoved and static, just being and existing though not living the new, the else.
It took me time to realize it, but it did come, I know now. I am one with the world, living it the Asian way. Just like their movies. Slowly, expectantly, without any sort of graduation though consistently moving forwards.
Towards something that remains covered by the mist, unveiled but beautiful. Untangibly but definitely there.

Bo and Wayne went for a nap at the Inkyo, Annie took two of our guests, the British couple, to Suzuki san (whose husbands voice sounds like a woman's) for soba making and Hana took the rest of them, the cool Japanese guy Tomo, the cool Singaporean guy Dan and his very uncool wife of the name Judy, with a PhD and of a voice of a five year old mentally retarded child, to the post office. And so I was left home alone, well, with the Don's of which Lee was very adorably asleep and Don was doing something and so was I, indulging in the hottly quiet and calm siesta time.
And this was the time when the coolest guest, since my arrival to Chiiori, appeared on the doorstep. Kodanisan brought him, thinking, that as he could not answer the gaijin's questions, he might like to consult other gaijin, despite the fact that the questions were strictly local-knowledge-oriented.
And that is how we met Jean Francoise (called himself Jeff, but I refused that and indulged in the melody carrying the original name) from little town in southern France, right on the border with Spain.
He spent three hours sat on our porch, talking and drinking fine red wine with Don, discussing serious worldly political issues. I looked after him, gave him some soup and some onigiri. And then I just looked at him and listened and talked and was feeling the unbelievable balance and calm that his person was surrounded with, that was shining onto me. And I felt at peace.

The siesta finished, Bo and I went to the fields to continue our mission, Jean Francoise followed to get onto the road back to Kazurabashi. He left with our email addresses in his pocket and 'See you on the road.' And I felt happy and content and on the right track.

Other events featuring today were Melvin the Orange Catepillar's escape and Pochi licking (and assumingly quite enjoying licking) my armpits.