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Mr. Obama may have been also right about Je Suis Charlie; M. Obama a peut-être eu raison; 日本人の中にも潜むテロ思想

We were instructed to write a composition at class about Parisians, but as I had not been around long enough to make a justified observation, I opted to write about a recent event by which Paris influenced the world.  What else but ’Je Suis Charlie’ parade’.  The American government had to apologize to the French President for not having attended the parade after the backlash that came even from among their own citizens.  However, Mr. Obama may have made the right decision by not attending as it would have put the thousands of participants at risk.  Mr. Obama has to be the cherry prize for the enemies of USA that some of them would have thought that this was the event worthy of dying for…literally.  The wives and the daughters of some who would have been the representatives of USA, might have wished for the safety of their loved ones.     That is love, and surely love must also have the right to be expressed instead of being labelled cowards or disgrace. After all, American public figu

Enlightenment (以前のブログの内容訂正)

It’s been two days since my intensive French course started.  I am exhausted, but it has been educational not just in linguistic field.  In one of my past posts, I referred to Paris as The City of Light.  I had some suspicion that Parisians meant it to be more than just a city of gorgeous lit up monuments, but I was too busy moving across the globe.  Today, however, my French tutor informed me that the light is derived from ‘enlightenment.’  That sounds more like Parisians.  My apology.   フランス語コースが始まって2日目ですがクタクタです。でも語学以外に為になることもあります。例えば過去のブログで私はパリを「光の都」と書きましたが、パリジャンが単純に光に美しく照らし出される歴史建物のことを指すとは思えませんでした。でも南半球から北への大移動で忙しくて未調査のまま載せてしまいました。今日フランス人の先生に教わったには「光」は光でも「啓発の光」に由来するものでした。その方がパリジャンにしっくりきます。訂正してお詫びします。

Don’t mix love with Green Cards, and New Year Greetings(下心と謹賀新 年)

My readers would remember that I vowed to glow in the darkest coldest place like a tiny firefly.  What I meant was that I would uplift myself without anyone’s help nor the warmth of the sun.  However, a thing happened on New Year’s Eve that made me rethink about showing my positive mood outwardly.   I had joined a community group where French and English-speakers meet so they can both practice their second language.  Thanks to my years in Australia, my English has reached the level where the proof-reader of my books can only find less than 1% mistakes in my English.  Even then, they are more like re-phrasing.  So I fitted right in and have been exchanging information with the English expats.  Naturally when I learnt of a New Year Eve’s party I bought the ticket believing to be the extension of what has been so far.   Not quite.  I showed up dressed casually and suitable for a Count Down March towards the Arc of Triumph at midnight.  As any Japanese would do, I arrived early and started

Beggars and the Bleeding Hearts (乞食と日本の将来)

You might be wondering how a photo of noodle is related to the title.  It is New Year’s Eve and eating buckwheat noodle is a Japanese ritual.  The long noodle represents longevity of life.  Why shouldn’t it?  Buckwheat is good for your health anyway.  As I ponder on my hectic year 2014, marked with occasional tears, I hope to make the New Year more cheerful, at least within my blog.  So this is the last post I write about my political concern.   Beggars are everywhere, even in the beautiful city of Paris, reflecting the difficult financial state of the country.  Let’s hope the New Year brings better time for all of us.   There are, however, those who have been making a career out of begging.  The old gypsy women going around begging loudly for charity.  The young and innocent will feel for them like I used to…only I wondered why they all wore the outdated gypsy clothes in this twentieth century.  This was in Italy, one late afternoon.  I noticed a beggar was changing out of her gypsy d

Business as usual with a hint of Christmas (ごく地味な私のパリ生活)

The mere mention of ‘Paris’ and my blog instantly attracted more readers than ever before.  My apology in advance if you were expecting a blog about glamorous Paris living.  Not for me.  My school starts next month and I am looking at 20 lessons per week.  I  I hope to achieve an advanced-intermediate level in French by the end of the next year.  My life here so far has been mandane.  It was about going to hardware shops, opening a bank account, registering for loyalty cards of supermarkets and shops, and cleaning my new apartment.  I will not be going out of my way to visit café or restaurants, not until I have accomplished what I set out to do.  The one café I mentioned in my last blog happened to be on my way to some other place.  Otherwise, I would not have cared and there was nothing exciting to update on my blog.   But since this is Christmas, I have uploaded a small Christmas bouquet that I bought from a vendor on the street for only 2 Euros.  Also what is Noël without a Bouche

Kicking my reliance on the warmth of sun and a new chapter(太陽の温もり への依存を絶つ新章)

I was in Ho Chi Minh, Vietnam last week.  The air was sweet and alluring, and the culture seemed interesting The only reason I did not choose that country to start afresh was because of its warm climate.  I had that for too long in ‘the city of sunshine’ and while it helped me, it also delayed me from confronting my real issues.   Everyone is dealt harsh cards by the fate at some point and we are meant to learn from the pain.  Sure, some of my problems were beyond my power to fix it, but if that was so, I should have cut the loss and moved on.  Why didn’t I do it?  It was the warmth of the sun.  It picked my mood up and I was able to bear the situation, not realizing none of it owed to my strength.  I was long puzzled that why Australians, known for smile and kindness, would suddenly have either lonely or dark shadow cast over their eyes.  Maybe they have, like I did, mistaken the sun’s uplifting effect to be their own strength.  You can go through the day feeling all right, only to re