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shade of a bonsai mentally I review the Japanese adventure and I rub my eyes to see if they are awake or dream ...
dream experience, fabula underground. They had to be quick and painless 2 weeks and instead I spent a month and a half in this enchanted world.
Land of samurai, geisha, ninja, sumo wrestlers, Zen Buddhism, yakuza and videogames, I love Japan, I rediscovered the value of 'friendship and brotherhood, I reversed night and day I left Tokyo I do not know the 'cause, a bit like' I'm leaving you because I love you too ... '
Expectations were high that I had on Japan, have been largely filled in and went even further, in this journey into the future now and' hard to go back to the present time .
The thing that most 'fascinated me so far and Asia' contrastro between the rich and poor in Japan the axis and 'moved to the new-old dichotomy, somehow maintaining the delicate balance of stable mind and matter.
Capable of terrible atrocities 'in East Asia during World War II, Japanese kamikaze at home are good, gentle and measured, and the atmosphere' costatnte a Truman Show-style: you always feel like everything is too calm and something has to happen, the old ladies peeing dog with poignant calm and kindness reigns playing a trap for the stranger ... are more comfortable talking to robots that human beings, but in both cases the speaker faced with courtesy and respect: two thousand endless bows and greetings to each meeting, that's why I now find myself with a sore back!
The human-robot leads to several problems of identity and self-awareness among themselves and to the rest of the terrestrial world, but in recent years, these strange humans evolved a lot, while being difficult to understand what goes on in those brains, the Japanese seem have found a harmonious balance between their brains and gigabytes.
Cease talking with bidet and heated cup built in 5-speed '; bus and vending machines equipped with blood; machines that do everything, and a little like every car has a 3 Daitan Japanese at home and manipulates it, rejoice and suffer with her for good or bad business. Every Japanese and in turn 'an android: programmed to avoid mistakes, maximum efficiency. Jap-Matryoshka.
approach to life and 'Final Fantasy-style, so much so' that the distinction between real life / game and 'very, very blurred:' s goal in general and 'the next level, whatever it is, of whichever world it is. Work hard, get drunk and aseptically cancel pachinko halls - slot machines - almost following a monotonous ritual, dreams, and buy all sorts of services, from love hotels to the hostess bar there are no taboo, rather a complicated system of relationships in order to maintain the 'honor clean and tidy.
Telling and Japan ' difficult 'cause you end up out of the usual stereotypes, all true, what we've learned watching Holly and Benji, m'arrabbio uncle, Ken Shiro, Daitan 3 and never say Banzai: unlike TV football fields come to an end , the rice balls are delicious and the end of the world and 'neighbor' but not 'come yet. Mai dire Banzai
instead and 'equal to reality'.
To tell something different then I open the paper door sliding by barefoot in the restaurant of wood, pulled back the curtains at eye level, I sit in front of the chef with a towel tied on the forehead and eyes closed ready to speed 'supersonic sushi, sashimi, tempura and teppanyaki, I put on board a sbadilata wasabi dish and toast in Sake and beer Suntori (the Boss of Them All) to the history of music in Japan:
"At World's End there is' an island, the island where the sun rises, Nippon.
this remote island and ' been untouched for centuries, and traditions are so ingrained that when the future Targa West has reached the coasts as a Kamikaze no one knows what happened in the minds of these people, the Japanese are able to take the best incumbent influences, shaping them to their liking, they were able to take the future from the outside and make it right, make it Japanese.
In this' island the future speaks Japanese, the music speaks Japanese.
was alien technology, they have taken and taken. In
21st century traction and future walk hand in hand, complementing each other.
It 's not strange to see in Tokyo, the city' more 'traffic of the world, a beautiful Japanese walk among the people immersed in her beautiful kimono with the traditional doll-face, the hair on the head, some winding down on the clump neck and huge headphones over his ears pushing electronic music, giving her time and stamina in this chaotic and fascinating world.
It 's not showing off, not' fashion, music and 'an integral part the Japanese ', and the technology and' the means by which fills the spirit of the metropolis.
When you enter one of hundreds of meters six stations digital welcome to a beautiful melody with a lot of birds whistling, a techno festival feel the rhythm out of the floor and you see people dancing light and delicate. Walk through the crowd, find your space to dance and realize quickly that you are part of all, you are building the atmosphere along with thousands of young men who really believe in what they dance, really believe in music. And when the DJ
greets the audience with a thumbs down and a beam of light that illuminates the audience shouts and whistles you your office, we like the beat, and the DJ can 'push over a little.
still walk, see crazy people, colors, shapes and see clearly how everything makes sense, and 'beautiful and powerful, and you're proud to be one of them for a moment, you feel Japanese, speak the same language, are the same thing.
The track 'enormous and see from the center of light shot from distance up to your eyes and you're dreaming, you're an alien landed on a beautiful planet, inhabited by beautiful people.
not you stop dreaming, you want to last forever. Then the music is chilled, watching a clock and see that the 6am, adrenaline and 'the 12-hour ago, thank the DJ and this atmosphere, and you feel so lucky to be Japanese for a moment.
Then talk to someone and suddenly you wake up: do not speak your language, you are not one of them. But they still smiling and bowing to show respect, respect that you earned in the mix with foreigners and making them feel at peace around the world, uniting races and Fazzi.
In Japan, you learn that the differences make the difference, and the Japanese are immersed in a world of music, the Japanese are my brothers.
It's beautiful, I call it the power of music. "
from the outside seems madness, but from within and 'nice to see that everything makes sense and indeed could not be otherwise. San Marco has learned to interact with robots and tried to grasp the human side, and in the end we made it, he realized that these Nipponese are not so different from us: love life and seek to continually improve, they need outbursts and physical and mental experience emotions ... perhaps after all the Japanese are a step forward in human-robotic evolution, next level, human 2.0.
Me and my business partner David we passed an endless series of events and people, building a puzzle caught between reality 'dream. A blast.
The adventure 'started in Osaka, where together with local friends we ingress into the night life, then the friends became brothers and we have moved out of the city, enjoying a festival of electronic music hyppieggiante traditional (?) in the middle of a forest lost in the mountains, between eaters and synthesizers, and sinuous dancers chitarrone electric, yo!
Hospitality 'Japanese' great, in the end I found myself full of friends and a bit 'in debt to them, but people like me who speaks Japanese people with my own dreams, vices and virtues, just like brothers just like my brother!
Tokyo 'was the apotheosis Shibuyaaaaa, Shibuyaaaaaa!
Tokyo is a huge village: take the skyscrapers of Hong Kong and Shanghai and cover it with asphalt, sdraiali horizontally and get Tokyo, where each day lasts 48 hours .
You can find the quiet of a tiny alley in Rubiera, turn the corner and be the center of World, the epicenter to be exact.
We were photographers, models, writers, journalists, philosophers, and fuck, and the worldliness 'of Tokyo enclosed in my palm and some silk kimono made me head spin, I have almost cried roots, so that all' not now know what the hell am I doing in Korea ...
I look at the calendar, I see that I made and I've spent 27 years 1 month in Tokyo and a bit 'too much money, the situation is getting out of hand ...
A Monday morning while his friends were still sleeping we escaped from the center of the world, fearful of being swallowed up and headed south, hitchhiking nell'autostrada wipeout mad-style as two cities.
arrive at the foot of Mt Fuji noble a warm afternoon, and like two idiots inziamo to climb it as if it were a walk in the park. I'll find 'evening at 10 to lag like an elephant trying to reach the station at an altitude of 3000 meters where to spend the night. It seems impossible, ask them to change the lungs after the savage urban 'and your legs tremble, two idiots with no water to climb a volcano!
I'm fainting, but the right music on headphones gives me the final charge and exhausted and my heart in my throat I reach the top, where I discovered that if I had one I made was the tenth tourist to die on Fuji in 2009! The next day I enjoy the beautiful sunrise and descent and 'a fun sand boarding in the moments where a few hours before we left the Pellacchia, yo!
Then I did the man in the Kyoto Protocol, and two photos of the temples of the ancient capital of Japan, have paid tribute to Hiroshima atomic bomb disaster, I realized that the end of the world is not 'so far and anyway I have done my part and in the end we are part of this planet and our ashes will be the basis for a new form of life, we deserve this, life and 'made up of cycles.
A sigh and a last hitchhiking with a madman who took us to the 2000 Fukuoka per hour along the highway that winds like a dragon videogame hallucinating. The mother of this crazy and 'pleased to make us spend the night in their humble home and prepares us for the best breakfast of history with rice, fish, eggs, vegetables, sea vegetables, sausages, bread, butter, jam and fruit, we just needed the paper, damn!
No time to say thank you and we are like magic on a ship towards Korea, South Korea.
next level, Japan's mission accomplished!
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
When you want someone to stop time when you had him deceive yourself then you turn around and discover that she's' gone, ah, with what diligence and frugality the time play with destiny and soggiuoca, and even fleeting animal Codest cowardly man who mistreated him oblivious to the consecuenzia is committed to win it, oh I never will stop time ', ah ahhhhhhhhhh!
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