I enjoy hearing people telling their stories. In Cafe, restaurants, Bar.
Even during business travel, one can have a chance to meet people and hear the stories.
Everyone have a story. Some are standard, some boring, some interesting and some exciting. It is many times not about the story, but how people tell their own story. Humbly, boastful, facts or spicing it with fiction.
A few stories I heard recently.
A girl who lived one year in Vancouver, had to go back home and have two jobs to help support her family. One standard marketing day job (a bit boring), another working in a bar.
Story told in English, humbly, facts, not from pain or frustration, not apologizing , a strong woman
The owner of the bar (in Korea), which can speak Japanese, proudly explained why she can speak Japanese (but cannot speak English), story told in a boastful over the top manner, proud face.
Woman during lunch talking with a man, explaining how she ended up working in a translation section of a big foreign company. How she has always been a “freelance” employee, never a formal employee a company. She taught English and then scouted to work as translator. Was this a date ? Were they work colleagues? Could not figure it out. Her story was humble, facts with hidden pride. “I am different”; “I look Japanese, but not really”. Green shirt, magnificent colorful nails (with green again).
and from her Instagram account:
As she said during the concert, difficult to call two shows a tour, but it is still called so by the production company.
I love the Blue Note, the crowd and I love Sebuhiroko. Not really the standard Blue Note music, she rocked in some songs, Alternative in others, Jazzy in some. Explosion of music, passion on stage. It was great. It was obvious she is having wonderful time on stage and wished she could do it more.
Some songs from the Album were arranged differently, “Night Walk” changed from a loud rock sounds, to one guitar in slower rhythm.
Another that caught my attention is Zazen boys’ 本能寺 (Honno-ji) cover, which was excellent, Jazzy, Rocky, Cute, Loud .
A sweets shop was closed yesterday in Shinjuku.
Though I usually don’t eat sweets, the smell of this shop brightened my mornings.
Walking past it, seeing the preparations for the day, smelling the sweet sweet smell.
Afternoons were different. The same sweet smell, this time with people (mostly women) buying something sweet after a long day at work.
Many reviews warn it is difficult to read and follow the different character, but so far I find myself fascinated with the book and flow.
Maybe even more than that, I realize I know nothing about Jamaican recent history, as depicted in the first part of the book.
Will definitely try to read more about it once I finish this book.