Monday, August 13, 2007
佐賀。。。大ショック!
この二週間の間に、自分の姿勢を変えて来て、田舎のペースを慣れてきて、だんだん楽しくなった。まだ私の仕事についてよく分からないけど、これから頑張るから、大丈夫だと僕はそう思うようになった。
国際交流っていったいどんなことですか?僕は個のことについてよく分からなかったら、ちゃんと仕事をできるだろうか?国際交流の意味は実際に結構曖昧なので、人によってその意味は変わるかも。
Friday, June 22, 2007
College is finally over
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
Back on campus
I think my experiences in life have made me a very sensitive person; or perhaps I've always been a very sensitive person and the experiences have just made my senses even more acute. Well whatever the reason may be, I think I understand what outsiders must feel like. I feel like one myself most of the time. Feeling like the outsider is an awful feeling, it is enough to push someone to take their own life. And yet what I find really interesting is that once they find a place of belonging, people that were once outsiders, become so engrossed in their in group that they end up being the same as the people that used to exclude them. It probably isn't intentional in the sense of being a deliberate and calculated act, but it nevertheless happens. I think it is simply a weakness of being human.
Anyhow, back to the subject. Being back at Stanford is a funky feeling. I think a lot of it has to do with the fact that I'm coming back at the end of the year when everyone has already fallen into their routines; that's probably what is making the feeling of being out of place even stronger. Oh well I'm going to do my best to try and enjoy my last few weeks of college.
Sunday, March 11, 2007
two weeks and counting...
Just some thoughts...
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
Long time no... hey wait I'm almost back home !
I decided to come to Berlin because one of my closest friends is here and because I wanted to place myself in a new environment. I told myself, "Self, you always say how much you like learning languages and new cultures and meeting new people, so why don't you take it a step further and go to a place that you would never go to otherwise. "My self reciprocated with a yes and that's how I ended up here. Having been here for over two months now, I must admit, I don't particularly care for Germany or German culture. I don't know if it is because I've reached my critical limit in cultural interest or what, but the truth is, I just don't care to be here or learn about German culture. I know this is harsh, but this is my blog and I feel the need to be honest. I also came to Germany thinking I wanted to feel what it was like being an ethnic minority, as if living in America wasn't enough to experience that. What I've come to realize is that, at least in Berlin, it is very different than in my beloved USA. *Important to note- so I am from NYC and NYC is a very particular place with one of the most diverse populations in the world; my comparison is not fair because my point of reference is not on the same level. I have been subject to discrimination on the streets, random, scary, Neo-Nazi resembling Germans on the street have given me dirty looks and howled at me; when I get on the train I am often the only colored person in my car. I never thought this would bother me, but on a subconscious level I think it does; because if it didn't I don't think I would think about it as much. To be fair most Germans are not like that and in no way am I saying that Germans are racially prejudiced, rather what I am saying is that Berlin, despite being one of the most ethnically diverse cities in Germany, is still predominantly white; this may be the case in NYC as well, I'm not actually sure, but I certainly don't feel that way. It might also have something to do with not speaking the language, but for what it's worth these are my thoughts and observations.
Now moving onto a happier topic... I think my time in Germany has been worth the money and the hours studying a language I probably will never use primarily because by coming here I have had the fortune of meeting my host mother, Dagmar. I could probably right a small volume on the impact that she has had on me in the last two months, but let's suffice it to say that though I've known her only for a few weeks, I love her like my own mother. She has taken care of me when I have been sick, encouraged me every time I feel down and worthless, and she has smiled and given me one of her great "hurrays" every time I've come home with good news. I feel like I used to in elementary school coming home anxious to tell my parents any good news I might have received just so I could see their approving smiles. It's like that, but better because I'm older and I can really appreciate it. Dagmar and I have this deep spiritual connection; despite having differing faith backgrounds, Muslim and Christian respectively. We are able to connect very deeply in our faith in a single and all powerful, all merciful and all loving God. It is a connection that has proved to be somewhat of a revelation to me in that our relationship has shown me concretely what is possible between people when mutual love and respect are the cornerstones of the relationship. The other day she said to me that you really know when you are comfortable with someone when you can stand complete silence for prolonged periods of time when in each other's presence. I thought about it and I nodded my head in agreement. I never feel like I have to speak in order to drown out the silence; every moment is precious be it in conversation or just in being.
I really could go on for pages about the things I've learned and the things that I will probably continue to learn after I leave Germany and reflect on my time with Dagmar, but I won't inundate you with my sentimental ruminations. A little bit at a time, that's what Dagmar always tells me. She should know, after all, she's 40 years older than me. A wise woman she is, a wise and beautiful woman.
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
Short trip home
I am in NYC, came home this Monday for my JET interview, which is a program organized by the Japanese government to attract English Teachers from English Speaking nations around the world to teach English in Japan. I interviewed for a International Relations Coordinator Position, I think it went well. I came home and found that our house was remodeled with a new wall put up right in the middle of our living room, it was a really strange sight, but cool. It feels strange to walk into a house that you've lived in for over twenty years and to find that it suddenly looks like its grown, like a person would. Anyhow I am enjoying my time home, I'll be returning to
The Berlin Film Festival just finished on Sunday and I must say that it has made my
Friday, February 09, 2007
Armin
Directed by Ognjen Svilicic.
Armin is an international production between
Upon arriving in the capital, Armin begins to feel at the same time overwhelmed and intrigued by the landscape of the city. His father in all his optimism offers to spend far more than he can afford in order to make their stay in the capital feel even more grand and special. There first night in
Like most father-son movies that involve a team effort to achieve some goal, Armin’s father is exceedingly proactive in promoting his son and ensuring his success at the audition. He buys a round of whiskey for the people working on the film in the hotel’s bar despite coming from a modest village in
The son, throughout their stay in the capital, acts as the voice of reason constantly reminding the father that they are not wealthy and that they do not need to prove themselves to be otherwise in the capital. However, there is a part of him that wants to succeed and that part comes out of him when he begins to practice his lines for the audition. On the day of he ends up waiting and waiting and is eventually told that he looks too old for the part. Upon hearing this, his father barges his way through to ask them to reconsider; he is finally able to convince them to hear his son showcase his accordion playing skills. All seems well and good until the son suddenly freezes and drops to the floor in the middle of singing and playing a Bosnian folk song. The sickness seems to add only insult to injury; all their hopes are dashed. The following day, the director calls the father and son back in as they are about to leave the hotel; he asks them if they would be willing to share the story of his son’s sickness in a documentary about the war in
This movie reminded me a great deal of Chen Kaige’s movie Together with You. Both movies center on the relationship between a father and son and the pursuit of a better life through stardom. However, in the end both movies leave the audience with a pleasantly warm feeling upon seeing a bond between father and son that is founded on mutual love and a desire to be together in truth and sincerity rather than focused on the pursuit of success. Armin is especially moving and poignant because the father and son are very much defined by their humble home in
Pas Douce - Passing Shot
Passing Shot is a surprisingly complex emotional drama of a woman who, in a failed attempt to kill herself, ends up shooting an innocent teenage boy. The protagonist, Frederique, in an ironic twist of fate ends up having to nurse the boy back to health at her hospital. As the movie progresses, the reluctant and enraged boy begins to develop a soft spot for Frederique; the sentiment is reciprocated by Frederique as she gradually overcomes her inability to be near the boy without fainting.
What made this movie particularly engaging for me was the psychological complexity of the characters. Frederique is a nurse who is eerily unafraid of the dead; she also happens to be a champion marksman. From the beginning of the movie she is portrayed as a character that is emotionally distant. She has a broken relationship with her father, the person who taught her how to shoot; and her boyfriend tells her that he has found another woman, which is what prompts her to attempt to take her own life. The audience never really gets a complete picture of her emotional state before she shoots Marco, but we do get a sense of how her relationship with Marco brings her to the point where she willingly admits to the police that she was the shooter.
Marco is an emotionally sensitive teenager whose mother moved from
The plot seems extremely staged in the sense that the same woman who randomly shoots a boy in the forest ends up being the nurse that has to take care of him. However, the strength of the movie lies primarily on a relationship that is borne out of seemingly unrealistic chain of events. The uncertainty as to whether or not Frederique’s secret will be found out becomes the driving force of the plot. This uncertainty is what gives depth to her relationship with Marco. Throughout the movie the audience is wondering to what degree Frederique’s guilt influences her relationship with the boy Marco.
The movie has a number of exceptionally well acted scenes. One scene that I found particularly moving was the scene right before Frederique goes to confess to her crime. Marco has already found out about her secret and angrily tells her to get out of his room as soon as she tries to enter. She walks over to his bed, with Marco in bed and his friend by his side, and begins to apologize and explain her actions. At the moment when Frederique says that she was attempting to shoot herself, Marco’s face changes from one of anger to one of compassion. Tears fall from her eyes as she realizes it was her luck that Marco took the bullet instead of her, because she did not want to die. At that point she goes to leave and Marco tells her that no one is forcing her to confess. She acknowledges that and she walks over to hold his hand; the moment seems to last forever and it is in that moment that we understand that Marco has forgiven Frederique and that she has accepted.
Berlinale - Film Festival Day One and Two
On a side note, it has been snowing these last couple of days; as a result, Berlin has been incredibly beautiful, kind of like a winter wonderland.