Jet lag luck

I decided to go to Fukuoka after Miyajimaguchi (28.-31.10.).

It's all a dream now. I hope to be able to slow down soon. Just when I'm about to learn the basic layout of the city I'm in, I leave to another place. Just when I find some kindred spirits I leave them behind. Traveling alone is a lonely road.

Again I just walked, wandered around. Trying to find a way, but realized I'm not going anywhere. It's just the earth spinning below me. So I went along but without destination. The space normally for transition is now where I'm spinning.

There's something in the air. It's like electricity but it doesn't come from the glowing lights of the cities' nightlife. It's the tension of the common need to share thoughts and open heart. In public places this need is visible on most faces with the pressure growing so big it numbs everyone. So if you don't find a smooth situation to break the ice you're destined to being with yourself only. I'm still to learn how to do it.

Good situations came my way, good people. But my timing is bad. I'm in the right place but wrong time. It's like my luck for running into the same minded has a jet lag. When I come around, I manage just to get a glimpse of something great. Then I'm off to somewhere else to get another glimpse.

Hiroshima blues

My day in Hiroshima.. or more like Hiroshima Peace Memorial Park.

The history is present. Long park and the river banks full of school children. And it's a hot day. So hot I have to try to find a cover fast from the sun glowing above. It's a flat and big park. After seeing the park and the museum and other sites around the children start to run after me to do their 'talk to a foreigner' -schoolwork in English. I do more than 10 of these interviews and trying to avoid the children running after me with their hands stretched out I escape Hiroshima.

I leave Hiroshima with my backpack and pockets full of paper cranes. The story behind the origami cranes is that if you fold 1000 of them you will be granted a wish. One sad but famous story I learned about the cranes in the museum was Sadako Sasaki's. Read it from Wikipedia.

After I got back to Miyajimaguchi, I went straight to Miyajima to clear my head. I had Hiroshima blues.