Harajuku: Shibuya’s cheeky little sister

 

Shibuya and Harajuku, together, are the heart of the Japanese fashion world. And although, they are sisters, Harajuku is cheeky and always rebellious.

In Harajuku, people are free not only to be themselves but to become someone else without being asked questions.

Beautiful creatures, imagination and creativity get together to welcome locals and tourists who are in search of Harajuku’s uniqueness, which starts at Takeshita street.

 

 

 

If you don’t fancy drinking your coffee alone, please feel free to go to “cat cafe” where you will enjoy the company of these delightful creatures for only 200 yen/10 minutes

Do you need socks? You shall no worry, here we have a kutsushita = socks’ store, a store that sells socks exclusively.

 

 

What about ninja clothes for children? It is never too soon to help our children choosing a career, isn’t it?

 

And close from there, my favorite shop in Japan, the 100 yen store.

 

And on my way back to the station, I found this mural that reflects the dark and yet sweet uniqueness that is Harajuku.

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We are all one

 

It is no secret that lately the world seems to be upside down. Hatred, racism, and terrorist attacks make more headlines than ever before.

But why? Where did we go wrong?

We seem about to fall off the cliff. We seem to walk deeper into obscurity when what we want is to see the light. And yet somehow, we can’t wake up from the nightmare.

Human beings are born with a good nature, and there are many types of research and studies that prove this statement. However, in the process of our education, at home and school, we are taught that our religion is better than all the other religions in the world, that our country is the best country in the world, that our language is better than all the other languages in other words. In other words, we are better than all people in the world.

We are taught since forever that we are different and better. 

Nobody tells us that the persons beyond our borders are as human as we are, that their religion is as true as our religion, that their language is as beautiful as our language, and that their country is as beautiful as ours.

We are not taught to respect and to love but to segregate. Our parents, the school, and our societies do not teach us that we are all in this world together. And being in this world together means we are all brothers and sisters. We are all neighbors.

We divide human beings into races as if such thing existed.

According to anthropologists, we are all homo sapiens descendants of the same African woman who provided life to her descendants, us. We are all her descendants. In other words, If you are alive today, and you are reading this, you and I, whatever, the color of our skin, are united in more ways we can ever imagine.

Nobody is better than anybody because of their color of skin, religion, language, social position, nationality, sexual orientation, and education.

Nothing, absolutely nothing makes us better than another human being.

Hence, let’s forget about what we have been taught, and let’s instead start seeing each other with respect and love.

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Angels with warriors’ souls

Date: July, 30th 2017

Place: Tokyo

Temperature: So hot hell seems cool in comparison

Mood: Yone oni

 

On this disastrous day, everything had gone wrong, as if God had given control of my life to the demons of my nightmares. Everything was just going wrong.

And to top it all, I needed to go shopping in the blistering heat of the summer. I was literally stomping my way to the supermarket when I heard a demanding voice:

“You better get out of here because this place will be dangerous in a few minutes more.”

I turned around, and to my shock, I had to hold back tears because, in front of me, there was a little boy, a little angel, who showed signs of Down syndrome.

In one second my mood changed and decided to obey his request

“I see, thank you for letting me know about this matter.” I said

“Of course,” he said, “But you better get out of here because this place will be dangerous in a few minutes more” he repeated his orders again.

I promised him I’d be careful and he seemed pleased with my answer.

Then a minute later I understood what he meant all along.

He and his brother were about to race each other, so the race was the “danger” the little angel was talking about.
I couldn’t help but smile. That was the first time I smiled on that day.

Obviously, our little champion beat his brother fair and square.

There in the finish line were our little champion, his older brother, his youngest sister, and dad. The dad and I exchanged bows, and our little champion granted me a smile and a wave.

And it got me thinking that there are thousands of people like me, who,  sometimes can’t see anything but their own problems, or can’t feel anything but anger or hate.

But luckily there are people out there, angels with warriors’ souls, who, have the power to make everything look better, to make the days brighter, and to make us understand that there is love in everyone of us.

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Kagurazaka: Gods in summer

During the Obon holidays, which are the holidays, where most Japanese people go back to their hometowns to visit their families and to honor their ancestors, Tokyo opens its secret dens for you.  And following the summer breeze one Sunday afternoon, I discovered: Akagi jinja (Akagi shrine)

When I saw this torii (entrance to a sacred place), I knew I had arrived at an extraordinary place.


Akagi jinja (Akagi shrine) was redesigned by Kengo Kuma in 2010, and he made of it (Akagi shrine) a master piece.

Those kanji above can be read as 蛍雪天神(keisetsu tenjin) The God of the diligent study

As always my enthusiasm took the best of me and I gave my offerings a little bit too loud. I think I might have woken up the God in its day off. I should leave now, but if the God wakes up, please do not speak of me. You haven’t seen me. Shhhh…!!