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Thursday 29 and Friday, July 30, 2010 from 18.30 - backyard Bondi - Castenaso.

Review of multi-ethnic music, dance, cooking, cinema and literature

Dance murga typical Argentine carnival
Thursday, July 29 and Friday, July 30, 2010 at 18:30 Courtyard House Bondi - via XXI No. 7 October - Viaje en Argentina.
With great pleasure, after the interruption of one year, the municipal administration of Castenaso, remembers the decade-long appointment with the world.This Culture 'year on a trip to Argentina, or better get a piece of Argentina Castenaso: from tango to Murga, traditional folk dance of the carnival, from tortillas to the traditional song, the mothers of the Plaza de Mayo 'retrieved Enterprise', an event neither too serious nor trivial folklore, an unusual way to build bridges between different cultures, an opportunity to travel ... being at home!

Friday, July 30, 2010 18:30
"A Charla over" meeting on the situation in Argentina today with the Association Kabawil Pescara
19 pm The kitchen Argentina
21.00 Argentina 21.45 for children
"The voice of mothers' Concert documentary
23:30 pm Exhibition of tango and milonga for tangueros
For the occasion, the library offers a thematic bibliography Bondi House on the authors most representative of contemporary Argentinean culture.

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PREMESSA GIAPPONESE

Questo blog era partito solo per i miei fumetti, illustrazioni e disegni. Poi la mia pausa artistica forzata (dovuta alla scuola serale di decorazione e restauro, conclusa molto bene: risultato 95/100), con la scoperta della batteria, mi ha portato a pubblicizzare molte serate con la band in cui suono. Ogni tanto vi ricordavo dei miei fumetti nel Cacofonico e del Grande Flagello mettendo qualche aggiornamento. Ora voglio dedicare un po’ di post ad uno dei sogni della mia vita finalmente realizzato: andare in Giappone.
La mia passione jappa nasce prima coi cartoni, poi coi fumetti, poi con la scoperta delle loro tradizioni e il loro sistema spiritual values \u200b\u200band, finally sharing their love for nature.
So go and visit it has always been a dream of mine, and thanks to Alberto who was reminded of this thing, thanks to the money in a bank that is released at that time, I decided it was time to leave. The posts are already in chronological order of reading, just scroll down the page, happy reading!

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mart 30/04/10: Departure from Bologna - 31/04/10 Wed: Arrive at Narita Airport - Tokyo.

Departure for Tokyo Tuesday, March 30, arriving the morning of 31 flight consists of short Bologna - Rome and then a serious Rome - Tokyo, with the company Alitalia, which for me used to Ryair and allied seemed simply divine, but obviously still being "Italian" not all the seats were dividing screens and telecomandini were rather battered.
To combat future time zone, I try to sleep as much as possible (although due to the passenger seat vibramassagiante Jappo behind me who did nothing but punch-kick to the seat .. it can be considered lucky to have met me to travel round, happy and carefree, if it was the trip back ..). Between sleep and movies come in the morning, and already you can see the differences, not only by the characters on signs, but also by the incredible efficiency Jappe. To enter
Japponia, you must complete a series of papers (statements which are not a criminal, I declare that I bring weapons / drugs ..), it is surprising that at banquets used to fill out forms, find pen , glasses of different grades, sanitizing gel (then we'll find almost anywhere), instructions in all languages, including some strange dialect .. In short you have no excuse not to fill the sheets.
The airport staff, runs, works, and there is already taste the English-Jappo (who speaks it better) with all the vowels elongated ultra: thus we find a
"Yu niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii" (trad . You need)
"Ten Yuuuuuuuuuuuu" (translation Thank you)
a lady officer at the sorting makes a queue becomes disorganized and chaotic in a very efficient line, but more importantly, we understand another part of the worker Jappo : whatever the task, however ugly and humble, the run to go all out, and behaving as if he were doing the best thing in his life.
Faced with the machine readable fingerprints, baggage claim, take the train to Tokyo Kensei - Ueno, the windows and see a slight change in suburban homes - the metropolis, but also because the light is quite O metropolizzata. Scesi alla stazione di Ueno, decidiamo di raggiungere il Capsule Hotel ad Asakusa, sopra al fiume Sumida a piedi, e fidandoci di uno sguardo disattento alla mappa della guida, facciamo il primo grosso errore.. le distanze a Tokyo, non sono quello che sembrano. Sono sempre almeno 4 volte in più di quelli che pensavi. Ebbene sì, Tokyo è immensa, e 2 quartieri che sulla carta ti sembrano relativamente vicini (vedi Ueno - Asakusa), sicuramente per passare da uno all’altro ti ci vuole quasi un’ora a piedi.
Quindi la nostra scelta di portare a mano le valige per l’equivalente di un tratto di dieci minuti di metropolitana non è stata proprio felice, in ogni caso, arriviamo, ci posizioniamo sul ponte e inauguriamo la nostra prima birra in lattina (presa da uno dei numerosissimi distributori posti praticamente ovunque e che nessuno si sogna di vandalizzare).
Birra Sapporo con in sfondo il corno d’oro dell’Asahi Super Dry Hall, il fiume Sumida che bagna edifici ipertecnologici e palafitte legnose, oltre che portare lunghe barche di legno in stile jappo.
Sul ponte passa un concentrato di folla che ci accompagnerà per le prossime 2 settimane:
Salarymen (=impiegati), studenti, vecchini compressi, ragazze truccatissime con gonne cortissime e gambe stortissime, senza calze, massimo calzettoni (le più pudiche portano i pantaloncini). Riguardo a quest’ultimi 2, I can say (as reconfirm later) that the mangaka did not invent anything: i really like them Vecchini drawing, very low, humpbacks, really seem compressed, and the students gonnine flying really exist, as well as them really lead the court, adding that the Japanese climate is pretty sharp, and that the sudden wind (and cold) and appears really seems made to pull up skirts.
We check in at the Capsule Hotel, facing a payment provider and machine catching shoes. We will stay only one night, where I will sleep well, at the bottom of the dish was not as caustrofobica, paving the futon, with outstretched arm in front, touch the ceiling of the capsule with the tip of your fingers. The most is that in a narrow corridor, there were at least 30 capsules, and each was separated by a thin curtain .. Fortunately no one was snoring (or simply I am asleep before). Can not say the same Alberto, one of my traveling companions, he did not like the capsules so (for more on why you ask him directly). Always here to insult the capsule in the evening, my first and only shared bathroom, luckily at the time of washing was the only one present. Also because the showers are available, they are washed from sitting on stools, but I tired as the preferred location statuary.
Going back in time after the check in, scaricate le valigie, è primo pomeriggio, decidiamo di esplorare la zona vicina, Asakusa, e vediamo già cose che valevano il viaggio fino a qui, il Kaminarimon, ovvero la maestosa porta del tuono con al centro un’enorme lanterna rossa che introduce al tempio Senso-Ji purtroppo chiuso esternamente per restauri. Comunque intorno a noi tavolette di legno, nastri di preghiere legati, incensiere dove purificarsi, la prima di una lunga serie di Pagode, e tanti turisti jappi, probabilmente a Tokyo per la fioritura dei ciliegi. Percorriamo il Nakamise-Dori, ovvero una viuzza piena di negozietti tipici / souvenir dove gustiamo il primo pasto tipicamente jappo, uno spiedino di mochi (dolcetti di pasta gommosa molto buoni).
The capsule hotel is relatively close all'Asahi Sky Room, a beer at the 22 floor of a building which offers an excellent view. In that pub, with tables that give to the windows, I realized that I was in a dream of science fiction. The three horizons in front of me were all 3 in the eye, skyscrapers and lights. No country, no gaps, only high-rise buildings, roads and lights to the end. I was speechless. I saw this same view, with cities as far as the eye even in daylight, and the tallest towers, but that view, the first that made me really realize where I was, I came inside. When I lay in bed, still close my eyes and I see the sight. Tokyo I reappears la sogno, la penso, come non mi era mai capitato prima. E pensare che le metropoli, anzi come Agnese mi ha giustamente corretto, le megalopoli, non mi piacciono nemmeno.

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01/04/10 giov: Ueno (Hanami, zoo, National museum of western art, cimitero Yanaka)

Salutiamo il Capsule Hotel, ci liberiamo dei bagagli alla Taito Ryokan, nostra futura “casa” per tutta la vacanza. Le ryokan sono le tipiche case di carta e legno, in questo caso la nostra era vecchiotta e bisognosa di qualche ristrutturazione, ma era pulita, c’erano in comune sia le turche giapponesi, sia il water occidentale, e un ampio lavandino per lavarsi i denti, e la doccia, con una piccola vasca, era privata, quindi potevi chiuderti dentro e lavarti in santa pace. Il bilancio finale se a uno non infastidisce il legno non lucido e il dormire praticamente per terra (il futon non è altro che un sacco a pelo stesso per terra) è sicuramente positivo.
Passiamo il resto della giornata al Parco Ueno, che data la stagione è immerso nelle fioriture di ciliegio bianco e rosa chiaro.
Percorriamo tutto il viale attorniato da ciliegi e lanterne, guardiamo i tanti jappi che hanno preparato l’hanami, ovvero una festa che consiste in un pic nic, sotto l’albero di ciliegio. Persino in questa occasione i jappi sono quadrati: i teli tutti della stessa plastica blu ordinati geometricamente, they have all the bento (lunch box) and chat or simply watch the cherry trees. A curious thing is that every time a gust of wind (the wind any day now and then is heard) that shakes the branches to the ground by dropping graceful petals you hear the "oooh" of admiration.
The "oooh" are pronounced simultaneously, such as those from other expressions Jappe not even agree (remember the "Kawaiiii" and other elongated vowels, which they perceived wandering vocals).
The road ends into the INPUT of the cherry trees to the zoo, where you make your ticket by entering the yen in cash machines (the same I find even in some restaurants). I'm not a big fan of the zoo because it saddens me to see the animals deprived of their freedom, but while the Berlin Zoo each animal had a rather large move in which, unfortunately in Tokyo areas were small, and some cages even smaller . However I can understand their concept of open space is very different from ours, because they themselves live in tiny apartments pigeonholed. In every known case, then I will notice how even in a shop puppies, that the expressions of the animals are almost always tend to the sad, and also met the cats on the street, hardly ever have the pleasure of being pampered. The only animals happy and joyful that we have met have i cani di piccola taglia.
Lo zoo era un tripudio di famiglie composte da coppie molto giovani. I bambini vengono davvero considerati il futuro, ci sono un sacco di passeggini tecnologici con imbottiture e cerniere per non fargli prendere freddo, abiti con spazio marsupiale bimbo compreso, nei bagni, in praticamente tutti, addirittura c’è una specie reggi-bimbo.
Passeggiamo tra gli animali, con monologo a stampo filosofico misantropico di Alberto riguardo al Lama da solo che ravana nel sabbione, passando una vita più facile e felice, rispetto ai tapiri, che già per il fatto di essere in due, avevano problemi di interazione sociale.
Usciti dallo zoo anche se la mia prima scelta was to avoid the museums to star as much as possible to the air and enjoy the real Tokyo, do not resist at the Museum of Western Art, which contains many works of 400 and 500, a large section on the Impressionists, then a work or two of famous artists such as Picasso, Miro, Gaughin, Van Gogh, Erbst, and a wonderful part of Signac, really tasty see him live.
We continue our march, passing by the first of several schools that I'll see later. I totally like the drawing, pastel-colored, with the tallest building in orologione, vast courtyards and classic canceled.
continue to one of the largest cemeteries in Tokyo, Yanaka Boch where it rests on the last shogun. The difference between our cemeteries and Japanese is that the latter rather than place of death looks like a place of rest. Silence (except crows), many trees, cherry blossoms ..
E 'relaxing walk and look at the graves with their elegant wooden plates. The feeling is of being in a completely different world, their concept of death is so far from ours, which shines even by the simple graves.
The cherry avenue back home are in addition to a fantastic shop full of trinkets and figurines of cats good buy (the ones with the paw raised which are found in every business because augur well for trade) of Charity stalls, very curious and pretty, which will buy the advice of a good toy Albe-Godzilla, which will then detect the star of the holiday.
continues to try to walk a huge dinner, avoiding the places that serve "the usual dead dog", and "the usual breaded dead dog, but you could take off the hair" .. in fact in Japan, I always ate very well, these comments were just looking at the plastic plates depicting the various menus (brilliant invention for foreign tourists who do not know how to translate their writing).
After walking so much understand that the card is almost a meter of the life-condition, then we deal with machines and we can have our Suica card, which like everything in Japan, has its own mascot, a penguin in this case. The Suica (later dubbed Suca) is a wonderful invention, it is a prepaid card, which passes to enter the metro, but you can also use to buy drinks to distributors, and is also accepted in many combinations (where discount stores are open 24-24h all). Besides the comfort that you just put the purse, wallet or pouch which is (no need to remove it, and it works on contact, then you do not enter) to go to the gate of the subway. We use this treasure of thing to reach the rest of the company in Shinjuku, home to other traveling companions (another re confirmation that what appeared near the map, in reality is a lot 'in there!). We go down to Takadanobaba (if it seems strange the name, imagine how he could pronounce the voice of the subway), and enjoy the life of a youth of our district.
We understand fully realize how inconvenient that the Metro closes from midnight to five (or so you go to bed early, or go to bed at dawn), then allocated to the Ryokan, and close the evening with the first of Combine a long line of beer - Futon.

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02/04/10 Friday: Akihabara and Harajuku neighborhoods

Morning in Harajuku, we arrive at the metro station which is next to the bridge leading to the Meiji-Jingu, is the area in which we will return to visit the park and because in weekend the bridge is frequented by followers of cosplay. In practice you out you go toward the bridge and cross the road via a overpass. Shopping for clothes the most extreme and crazy everything is concentrated in a street in Harajuku, where shops extend from the basement to the fourth floor. Gothic Lolite, candy girls, punk, rockabilly, cosplayer, they are all here to make their purchases. The orders are from the sugar loaf are beautiful, gentle and extremely smart and rigged in detail. Like a good woman could not make me miss the purchase of a plush-cat, a bag-bat and a canary-cage-pendant. Prices are not bargain, but if you calculate how much we would pay the same thing in Italy, yes, are lower.
Now the day is clearly devoted to shopping, then we also throw in the electronics district, Akihabara, later nicknamed AkiaVara, due to the 7-storey sex shop that meets shortly after exiting the subway. We can not go into a place where two floors are dedicated to DVD, 2 fancy plans, a plan to lingerie, a plan and a plan to split ai cosplay succinti. Pazzesco! In particolare siamo rimasti colpiti da diverse cose tra cui: la macchina spara seghe.. ebbene sì, un meccanismo composto da una mano di plastica regolabile che vi lascio immaginare qual è il suo compito. Non era già abbastanza trash la macchina in sé, era straordinario come fosse allegato anche un video dimostrativo interpretato da una modella davvero poco guardabile, e un uomo normalissimo vestito da impiegato. Fighe di plastica, che per far vedere com’erano composte all’interno vi era esposta una simpatica sezione (che somigliava a della trippa cruda.. bleah). Video porno in cui le donne fanno facce sofferenti durante l’atto, e si lamentano quasi piangendo (???). Poi le centinaia di divise (I could not resist to try to cop the Japanese, the problem was the sides, make it impossible to enter into a one size fits all Japanese!), And skimpy cosplay, the 30% discount on the purchase if it helps you did a photo wearing it in the dressing room test .. Japs and all purchasers (mainly salarymen) very serious in front of anything, even the (to us) and more absurd. Of course there were the envelopes Classicon as weight in gold with the linen of the students (enclosed in each envelope of the photo-in theory-owner of the underwear), and even at lower prices, mixed with linen envelopes without photos . Let's get out of this madness, leaving as a sign of our passage a vibration test that we could not turn off the display shelves (and hence continued to issue a VRRRRR a mo 'cell phone vibrating on the table .. of course we went out whistling while Jappe neighbors looked around wondering where it came from the noise). Our journey continues through the duty free shops, shopping-themed comics, and especially for a little 'we are engulfed by the vortex game room. Like most things in general in Tokyo, are in most plans, there are usually close-ups of the machines with which you have to take games by pitchfork-plush-covered-miniature-gadgets that while in Italy it is usually impossible take something, given that the clamps are slow, the machines do not respond well, in Japan it's difficult, but easily possible, in fact, the first attempt, I tried it, believing that more out of curiosity, to take a big cat plush black giant, and I did it! Indeed at the time when it came down an order of the games room (in uniform, as any salesman anything Jappe) with a tambourine in her hands, singing a song, and all Jappe around me clapped his hands! While they did not know what to do to the embarrassment of this mini little party the clerk took the cat broke it put in a plastic bag to deliver it. The other floors have not played particularly ahead of our level cabins with guns and so on., although of course they have many, including, sympathetic to the Japanese drumming that I have obviously played! I do not even tell you which are monstrous Jappe to play, are the highest levels with a precision crazy.
conclude this day with the Karaoke, easily recognizable by their blue signs and glossy white stucco interiors with high-relief sculptures reminiscent of Greek and Roman art (I think it's a chain, in Tokyo I have seen so many)!
In Japan, you know what are the locations where you welcome your presence if they are foreign or not written in Roman characters. The karaoke part of the places where there are no written character Romania as the prices (but do not understand time zones, because according to the time where you go, there are significant price differences, for example if you go at night, like us, you pay a lot), and even better, one of the cashiers it is virtually impossible to understand in English.
Good thing between us was Elisa, a student of Japanese in more than one state has managed to unravel with excellent results, so we can learn the prices and book a room, which reveals a small room in which barely manage to keep everyone. To use the elevator to get hyper-sounding when you cross the weight limit. We have 2 accounts, and how we can cheating on our weight, and fail to give weight to Jappe, though the elevator is a bit 'too sensitive, then we deduce that either is set wrong, or the Jappe really weigh a lot, maybe even inside are compressed. Once in the closet full of colored lights and a huge tv, there is the problem of operating the remote-dash space. Here, too, Elisa has saved us looking for a Jappo that could teach us to use, and here is the climax of Karaoke: Vanessa picks up the microphone, already connected to the system, then layer with a volume, said, "I always wanted to do : BUUUURRRPPPP (= onomatopoeia of a huge belch) ", of course, proprio in quell’esatto momento, un jappo modello salarymen, si affaccia nella stanza, specifico che la porta era accanto alle casse, quindi il suo orecchio sinistro è stato letteralmente investito da una gigante onda sonora ruttosa, e tutto quello che ha potuto fare è stata un’espressione pari pari alle faccine dei manga di massimo stupore/scandalo/compatimento, insomma solo la sua faccia valeva il carissimo biglietto del Karaoke. Passiamo 10 minuti a rotolarci dal ridere mentre Elisa comprende il funzionamento del computerino, e iniziamo: Phil ci regala un classicone, mentre io non resisto alla Starway to Heaven, e commetto parecchi errori: non aver considerato che la canzone è tradotta in base midi (assoli compresi) che è almost as creepy, all the songs are lifted in tone (but the entries have Jappe more acute?), the text is not correct (but where the avran ???), got last and fatal error ask for help in throwing a duet with Albert, who in addition to not remember it, well, then you could not miss to finish the sentences for the laugh. Run away while the others sing, again because of time underground. We end with the classic beer Combine - Futon.

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03/04/10 Sat: Mangarake, Tokyo Metropolitan Museum of Photography, Host club

Just to get rid of the purchases immediately, we go to a district outside the Central Tokyo (which unfortunately can not remember the name), where the first stop we are greeted by an installation of pink lanterns (which are also found in the streets where the cherry blossom) and several employees in, sorting papers and boxes (?). Our goal is the pursuit of Mangarake, telling us to be huge, and then think "Well let us set out and see!", Another FAIL, walking beside the usual way we find surrounded by cherry trees in the wind free petals (see note "The cartoonists Jappe have not invented anything "), a beautiful, typical, narrow street Jappe, with the ramen restaurants (unfortunately closed for lunch!), lanterns, the shops, houses and signs of wood .. fantastic! All very close to huge shopping mall that we ignored because engulfed by buildings and a road covered by tall modern arcades. Obviously, the center was what we were looking for us, in addition to clothes, there were many shops gadgets, thumbnails, manga (including a huge library of manga drawn by fans - of course I've got one), apparel and accessories cosplay .. the summary of how to do a crazy otaku practically. The general characteristics of the shopping centers is that they have chairs, but there is a relaxation area where you insert a coin nonmiricordoquantiyen you can enjoy a massage chair for ten minutes.
We go out and after realizing that all the restaurants of the street, or do not have Roman characters (ergo we do not want) or are closed, we opt for a bento eaten at the park.
After a short briefing on who wants to return to Mangarake, and who wants to run, we opt for the Tokyo Metropolitan Museum of Photography, which has proved an excellent choice, the exhibits on display were two, we decide to visit one time, what draws us more handouts from the entrance, installed by a Japanese actor who imitates great people (mostly dictators of the past). The installation was flawless, the lighting and arrangement in the walls, and photos, as well to be impressive and to have perfect prints were very tasteful. The interpreter, photographer, stage actor famous picture was reproduced using only himself. There are also many portraits redone by him, in fact photographs framed in LCD screens short films and two shorts. All this on two levels.
We leave an hour so it is impossible to visit each other, and on the way to admire a strange underground construction (including a building in very bad taste Western) and the establishment of Sapporo beer. We come back to Ryokan for us tonight because we pass the beautiful night out, take the metro at five in the morning! Meeting point in Shinjuku area, lot nota per i locali notturni. A solo scopo documentaristico (sono felicemente occupata e quelli considerati figoni jappi sono lontani anni luce dal mio modello estetico) mi unisco alle donnine per andare in un Host Club, la cosa mi incuriosisce davvero parecchio. Per chi non lo sa, gli Host Club sono locali in cui le donne jappe vanno per essere intrattenute da un ragazzo. Il ragazzo host è praticamente un uomo-gheisho che ti versa bere, ti accende la sigaretta, ti mette a tuo agio, e il suo compito principale è ascoltarti attentamente. Fisicamente non accade nulla, almeno non lì dentro. Dopo un breve giro per cercare dei prezzi affrontabili ne troviamo uno con la prima ora gratis, e in seguito 1000 yen ad ora. Le mie compagne gradiscono le foto esposte (ovviamente c’è esposto il “menu” dei ragazzi ahah) ed entriamo. Fortunatamente l’usciere e gestore parla molto bene inglese, ci toglie i cappotti e ci fa accompagnare al tavolo da uno degli host (il primo, a turno i ragazzi si danno il cambio), che come tutti i seguenti non sa nulla di inglese, quindi non vi dico che splendore la comunicazione. Il ragazzo si scrive i nostri nomi in un foglio che poi passerà agli altri. Inoltre il gestore arriva con un prontuario di frasi pronte italiano/giapponese con “Ciao” “Come va?” “Siete belle”.. ovviamente noi compensiamo insegnandogli “Vaffanculo”. La prima esaltante scoperta che vale tutti i 1000 yen spesi è che il sakè è included in the price, then go of sake, while the boys in the splitting of five women have a minimum of communication (since their main purpose is to listen to). Vanessa sits between me and a skinny little boy so much and Bassino, with the usual Japanese hairstyle hair shot, which I try to establish a dialogue, asking if they study English in school. Obviously not, actually reflect a moment, at the level of difficulty, it is as if we were to learn Arabic. Writing system light years different from ours, pronunciation of letters as well, with practically everything a Jappo must study to pass the terrible tests to ensure a place in society, learn English is the least of things he cares to learn. Even I can understand that for them it is easier to learn Italian. However, the absurdity of this dialogue is that he acts as host, which means that opens her eyes as I speak (or gestured) by an expression like "I'm listening to your every word carefully," she smiles as I speak ( even if he does not understand that I say), and whisk well the eyelashes. What is really strange, and it seems to me a little 'ridiculous, but I think that my company is doing better? worse?, because you are steering a middle course with provolone host who decides to go directly to the universal language by taking a glass of sake, resting on the parcel, and declaring "big cheers!" (trans. dall'inglesejappo: big cock) .. (As I passed in the mind the phrases of the guidance of Alberto "The Japanese are shy") are not even able to laugh than I expected! However, according to the following boys who liked to point them towards the girls free and passionate Jappe, I merely stated "Italian boyfriend" and they ran away (I believe out of respect, but rather think that simply could not compete ..) .. all this until he arrived that Shintaro, seeing as he was drunk and untouchable, despite the ugliness and Hooch epochal behavior, I just had a Yakuza, maybe the owner of the whole shebang. The moral is that I was sitting next continuing to ask the phone number (it was the only thing he could say, "You" Number. Phone. Phonenumber. "X30 times minimum). Eventually Vanessa (baby please) I saved the Italian boyfriend yelling at her, and finally in a flash of lucidity stood up, but not to leave, but rather to throw himself on the other girls at the table! The poetic image of the Tiger (named by us) have already been told in a poem created by other children, and I'll repeat, rather than continuing the story saying that over time you have to fill in a table preferences (a kind of satisfaction questionnaire to mo 'Trenitalia), and you can take from those who accompany you out. Leaving questionnaires and other choices to go out, and there as I walk I notice the sake of the first miracles. Given that it was very good, and that as long as you sit six shiny, slightly more than elated when you get to walk you realize that you have perhaps exaggerated, but it is a type of drink that still leaves you with all motor skills, and even You can also get a hangover exaggerated, but the next day does not have a hangover or headache, which is something extraordinary, just the Jappe with their efficiency could invent a drink like that, you drunk in the evening but that work in the morning in perfect condition. However, we reach for our companies tell the public where were the other guys, the Hub, and the funny thing is that after a while they 'enter host some of the guys, including our friend Shintaro Tigre! Even more drunk and bent, molded ends up kissing one of our friends (males), and also give you 1000 yen, while in this, remove any language barrier, the shouting in Naples! I had tears, it was really a terrific evening. We conclude bringing us to the metro at dawn when the buildings take on a strange color, metallic gloss, and enjoying with us are salarymen, Jappe other guys, all for the first half of the morning, one of the five.

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04/04/10 Sun: Shibuya

Saturday after a fire, arrived at 6 am on the roughly Futon sleep like stones, when you wake up we head to Shibuya, one of the underground station greater Tokyo, you can practically circled within hours without leave or pass from the same place two times. Luckily there Hachiko, now I understand why you Jappe harm as a meeting point that, in addition to be some uncomfortable benches (it would be better to call them as they were, or steel tubes), is also the only unambiguous maze of Shibuya station! After the usual photo at the statue (tiny in fact), cross the road through the huge cross is seen that in "Lost in Translation" and we head toward a column of department stores, whose plans are not as large but grow up. Escalators always and everywhere, jappine pull leaf filled with strawberries and accessories, skirts, hair bands, boccoloni eyelashes and blonde (Candy Candy must have made a lot of damage). They have entire stores crammed with accessories and I stop drooling over one of socks, making stockpiling. But around the same stock for men and there is nothing to be done, as the average height has been raised, i jappi son proprio lontani dal mio modello estetico, sono davvero troppo effeminati, poi le pettinature modello “mi son pettinato coi petardi” non mi ingrifano proprio. Gli abiti da uomo sono piuttosto eccentrici, ma come quelli femminili, davvero curati nei dettagli. Gironzolando finiamo in un internet cafè, costa poco ed è ultra lussuoso, ora capisco com’è che la gente ci fa abbonamenti e praticamente ci vive. L’ambiente è bello, accogliente e allo stesso tempo elegante per la quantità di nero lucido presente ovunque. Fai lo scontrino alla cassa e ti assegnano il tuo vano ufficio, dotato di appendiabiti, poltrona che definire comoda è dire poco, cuffie e pc con connessione impeccabile. Finita la mezz’ora Internet (where we have not failed to connect to the chat Facciabuco and talk among ourselves, because the class is not water), it comes out and you can take advantage of the angle magazines, comic books, bath and bar FREE hyper-technological, in which Drinking hot or cold drinks.

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05/04/10 Mon: Ginza, Sony Building, Sengaku-ji Temple, Roppongi.

It 's another rainy day in Japan, and Japanese spares no rain since 90% is accompanied by a nice breeze that makes you useless any attempt to avoid getting wet. Then we placed indoors - shopping malls, and so we take the Ginza line, which we strangely porta a Ginza! Dopo il solito momento di smarrimento usciti dalla metro (è un casino orientarsi finchè non trovi una mappa), iniziamo a passeggiare per l’elegantissimo e stiloso quartiere, dove gli edifici delle marche (Gucci, Dior, Armani) sono opere d’arte architettoniche pazzesche. Da Gucci vedo il primo uomo giapponese veramente bello, ma mi han detto che non vale perché sicuramente dal profilo e dalla presenza di un minimo di barba in realtà era misto. Proprio mentre la pioggia aumenta e non da tregua ci imbattiamo nel Sony Building, salone espositivo a 7 piani con tutte le novità e anteprime Sony. Partiamo dall’ultimo piano, composto da una sala cinema che trasmettono video musicali jappi (molto nazionalisti loro, music wherever you go is pretty much all Jappe), we go down the stairs going from LED monitor designed for viewing 3D, cameras, mp3 players, which I fell in love with Rolly (mini stereo dancing, totally useless but adorable).
The well thought out purchase a hybrid between technology and tradition: a cat from the show of hands, moving to solar energy.
Obviously technological processes there were certainly the best model, there were all the usual functions, plus other options and functions (including various types of piece of music to choose from in while you're there you have to hide some ugly little noise). The sky has no intention to improve, so The next step is Roppongi, with a stop at Sengaku-ji Temple, famous for the 47 ronin buried there after the seppuku, to claim the unjust death of their master. The charm of the tombs and temples of Japan, he was reelected, and indeed will climax with an escalation in Nara. Upon leaving, we had left our three gift shops, the first two rather modern, the last was a small shop run by two Vecchini compressed (especially the lady was very very very low and bent, a real JPEG), very friendly, we have done see a great deal to do any souvenir, amongst others, all well done and traditional good price, we bought up, and kindly gave us a good luck charm of wood and offered the green. The kindness and hospitality has really moved us crazy. After this brief traditional throw ourselves on the large shopping complex in Roppongi, architecture, modern art and the ever traditional garden full of cherry trees. Before diving in the commercial, there is a meter attached to the exit of the area restaurants, where we stop for excellent sushi. The mall is modern architecture shoveled out, inside is really artistic, the watchword is to resume the tradition in a modern way, so that the center structure is distracted and not pay attention to the shops. Great importance to the soft lighting, waterfalls and the passing water, which some find 'anywhere. I was particularly enchanted by Japanese lanterns, but resumed in key rationalist, small works, how to make something old now, without losing the original charm. Very impressive. Conclude the visit of the shopping complex with a crystal ball that contains the television studios of the creator of Doraemon.

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06/04/10 mart: Yokohama and tempura.

quiver of joy on this day we have compiled, exchanged, in short, doing all the steps to get the JR Rail Pass! Introduction, the JR Rail Pass is a ticket that is purchased not in japponia, but elsewhere (in Italy there are two agencies that deal with it), after the transfer to the Agency, it will send the voucher which will then be exchanged at a JR station that can do the procedure, after filling in some form. The JR Rail Pass allows you to climb in all trains (except the ultra mega cool Shinkansen, the NUZOMI) market for JR tot a period of time. Obviously those who book in advance you must do it, just go to all the other coaches in the reserved seats not reserved. Please note that there are still smoking carriages, so watch where you sit if the smoke bothers you.
Returning to the JR Rail Pass, if you consider that the efficiency Jappo the transport service pay and how, is taking it very affordable if you plan to move a bit '(in fact, in Japan you can not buy just because the same Jappe would agree to take it, but is intended only as a facility for tourists). Among other things it can be used for all underground services marked JR, and should always keep it within reach so you can save for the metro.
The JR Rail Pass in shape and size of an identity card is cardboard, plastic, has a beautiful metallic image of the famous wave, and stamped in large well in the closing date. Once you have it In fact, you do not have to pass through the doors electronic ticket or by passing a magnetic card Suica or PASM, but you have to pass the next corridor, where there are controllers, keeping open the JR Rail Pass on the due date. The JR Rail Pass are nominal, but no one checked the names, we always looked just happened that the date stamp.
We had already calculated that the whole procedure at the station would have taken away a bit 'of time, so the trip is now scheduled for Yokohama, Tokyo sea. We go down and we are in the center of Yokohama, where before we dedicate ourselves to lunch (the usual dead dog as a treat Yoshida cream in the shape of trout) and some expenses (Tokyo Hands a .. department only for cartoonists - the screens! The screens!, Whatever it takes to design and graphics, etc. .. I would have my paycheck directly quenched and cabbage), then we realize that we are indeed in the center of Yokohama, but to see the sea you need to take another train there a bit APPROACH '. Then another train, and finally after going through a bit 'of roads and walked next to shiny and modern convention centers, we find a beautiful park overlooking the sea, said that at that point there was no beach, but a tiny fenced dock. Cold and wind apart, the water just made me really want a bath. But the day was sunny and was very well laid out in the runs.
cross a bridge that runs alongside a colorful amusement park and climb on the Tower Yokohama, (following the first of several observation towers), very well organized, with rare aquarium fish and crustaceans (including seahorses! I had never seen ! really smart move in) and restaurant with views of the sunset (well we enjoyed the view sitting in the restaurant at the foot of the binoculars). In short, between the visual and aquariums, calculating that the sun sets relatively early (18e30, do not have daylight saving time, and the sun rises in the sky very early, the five little dawn), we enjoyed the beautiful sunset on us too chains of mountains behind the city (because that che vedi è città - catena dei monti, sembra bidimensionale, disegnata dietro, giusto a Kyoto, un po’ montuosa c’è un po’ di tridimensionalità).
Torniamo a “casa” e scopriamo che in una via accanto alla solita che percorrevamo, in realtà ci sono un sacco di divertimenti notturni (un Hub con musica al vivo, diversi ristoranti, pachinko e persino un Host Club!), quindi per cena ci buttiamo su un bel tempura, che altro non è che fritto di pesce, ma la cosa che lo differenzia dai nostri è la pastella, croccante all’ennesima.
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Merc 07/04/10: Fish Market, Imperial Palace (Furch all the gardens).

up early morning person, aware that even the coffee, or rather the piss man who drank coffee in a can of compounds can improve our situation, we continue undeterred towards the Fish Market.
We arrive there at 6:00 to discover that we could go too slowly, since it is off season fishing, the market had already closed. In fact, we should turn a bit 'between merchants who are putting off and groped to imagine what a mess it could be. At least I acquire information for the next trip, that is, the famous Tuna auction and a portion of the market, are closed to tourists, let's not forget that it is not a tourist attraction, but a place of work. However the entrance there are brochures with maps and you can even book a guide, all because the market is actually the biggest fish in the world, ergo is immense.
To console the early rising in vain, at least we decide (even though they were and add the 6 am) to stop and eat at a small restaurant located to the left as you enter the market. We enter one that has the prices that we can read, and it is also quite suitable for the tourists, they give us even a laser to indicate the dish you want. We choose a with salmon, a bowl of rice with pieces of raw fish over a treat. A gentleman next to us also to explain how it has to be eaten, or taking a bowl of soy sauce, wasabi that we find in the melting pot as a decoration, mix and pour over the fish bowl. Or because we have followed the advice or because the fish was very fresh, was the most delicious dish I've eaten in Japan. Everything melts in the mouth with an explosion of flavors. Better not think about it. Given that in
Japponia we had 2 main curses: Imperial Garden and Mount Fuji. Then you'll understand why. However
ci fermiamo al parco Hibiya, proprio accanto al complesso del Palazzo imperaile e aspettiamo che ci raggiunga il terzo moschiettere Phil e il programma è appunto andare a vedere i giardini imperiali. Mentre godiamo l’antitesi di incrocio di stradoni dietro e parco con ciliegi, laghetto, natura libera davanti (il bello dei parchi jappi è appunto che lasciano quell’entropia tipica della natura proprio per farli sembrare più veri, e il risultato, oltre ad essere più belli, è che sono molto più rilassanti) notiamo un vecchino - custode del parco che spazza le foglie con immensa meticolosità. La sua meticolosità è tale, che nonostante quasi tutti gli alberi stiano perdendo le foglie, quindi dopo mezz’ora il I miss his work will be noted, however, after he swept around the driveway, he is concerned, then just see a leaf fall, the approaches, picks it up and throws it away. I stress that turn your back to do another course other leaves were falling, but he leaves that he collected anyway. The meticulousness of the Oscar, for us, normal routine for Jappe. We cross the street, greet the bus Jappe "My Only" and begin to walk around the walls of the huge imperial palace complex. The moral is that it turns turns, we arrive at the entrance of rain gardens, and you'll wonder who visit the garden when it rains. We decide to go and this is the beginning the curse, the gardens will not be able to go there anymore. However, the only walk around it's crazy, it makes you realize the immensity of the emperor in which he lives.
what you can do if it rains? Refugees in AkiaVara and enter the mega electronics store, a kind of Comet, but 7-storey and the main difference is that while in Italy it is impossible to find committed, as you turn you turn if you need there is always a Hunt committed in Japan, in its positive range, minimum 4 had committed, of course, give you the "Welcome shopping" in Japanese and hang from your lips waiting for you to need something. Emotion and emotion. In addition to wonder how much stuff could be in there, for the prices, slightly lower for many things, for the field of their phones (because they need to write huge screens, and our cell phones if they're little) .. In short it was something to see. After having wandered some more '(we are obviously retouched by the sex shop), we decide to go home at a reasonable hour the next day because we expect the trip to Kyoto, and it is better to be in shape. But before going to bed you need a ride to the laundry, star strariempire 2 weeks off without a suitcase is not impossible if you do a laundry. Under guidance of our friend and manager of a ryokan Satoshi reach Laundry a gettoni posta in un vicolo fatto a chiocciola (per la serie o sai dov’è o non ci vai) vicina ad un bagno pubblico. Le macchine sono un po’ scassate ma sembra facciamo il loro dovere, a parte che è tutto scritto in kanji. Non abbiamo il detersivo e coi gettoni prendiamo quello che pensiamo possa essere detersivo ma in realtà non lo sappiamo perché vengono giù dal distributore 3 scatole con lo stesso disegno ma con colori diversi. Deduciamo che il blu possa essere il detersivo e che il rosa l’ammorbidente ma non ci fidiamo molto. Un jappo, giovane, entra e proviamo a chiedergli informazioni. In un bizzarro dialogo gesticolato jappo-italiano-inglese? Forse capiamo come funziona il tutto, l’unica cosa che non azzecchiamo is the softening, but not bad. Even while the poor because I had forgotten jappino explained that under the sweatshirt I had nothing apart from the bra (all my shirts were washed) and taking the heat of the little I almost did not want a micro-strip (Jappo poor, already tits do not see ever).

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08/04/10 Thursday: Kyoto

Today you take the fabled Shinkansen, the superfast train Tokyo-Kyoto, clean, luxurious, spacious, and so firm in spite of the speed that we could build a castle card inside. The trip lasts two hours, but relatively little weight thanks to spacious and comfortable armchairs. We arrive Kyoto and miraculously the sun shines, that will assist us throughout the day. Outside the station (a huge and filled with every kind of tourist shop) trying to figure out how to move to see as much as possible without going mad to see the subway. Just outside the station, the idea of \u200b\u200bwinning Phil: rent a bike! Turning our attention that there actually were several places where we can do (even in Nara), we simply followed the signs of the first we've seen, ending in a small parcheggino family, where the Japanese girl daughter of the owner (she had her tits ! One of the few Jappe tits!) gave us bikes, and extremely kind has drawn on the map a possible path to follow to see all the most important. Let's start, the first stage the Toji temple, near the station, and now we can make a good impression with bikes: we see a beautiful cabin that looks like a bike stand, and quietly parked inside, except that we are called to be a policeman kindly tells us that we parked at the police station (which has a space for bikes, many police officers ride bicycles) .. great figure! Move the bike in the parking lot of the temple, we make the entrance fee and enter into a stunning complex of religious buildings and a high pagoda, all surrounded by flower gardens. Not bad for being the first stage, quindi ripartiamo e ci dirigiamo alla seconda tappa, fondamentale ma lontana, ovvero il tempio dove son state girate alcune scene di “Memorie di una Geisha”. Per la strada ci fermiamo in un altro complesso di tempi, passiamo attraverso un passaggio a livello (come quello dei manga!), un ponticciolo di legno, poi finalmente arriviamo nell’immenso complesso che tra tempi, corridoi, statue, si estende per tutta la montagna. Ovviamente l’attrazione principale sono i corridoi (lunghi fino a 4 km) di tori rossi di legno. Camminare in un percorso di tori rossi è una sensazione da un lato rilassante, dall’altro strana, però assolutamente da fare. Ovviamente avevamo frettissima (concentrare Kyoto in un giorno è impresa Epic) just for me but next time leave me a whole day to walk through all the bull and get into the spirit of meditation.
We stopped in some tourist stands selling including a kimono, yukata etc. used and summer, and with reasonable prices, and everyone throws in some typical purchase.
reluctantly leave this beautiful area to go to the crowded temple, whose entrance is preceded by a street that sells travel absolutely every kind of modern gadgets and not on old times. This temple is called the temple on the air because a species built on stilts standing on a crest of a hill. The view of the tempio e dal tempio è meravigliosa, ovviamente vialetti e scalinate con tripudio di fiori di ciliegi, tantissimi jappi vestiti con gli abiti tipici. Il tempo stringe, quindi passiamo attraverso un quartiere di case da te di legno, fini ed eleganti, riusciamo a intravedere da lontano probabilmente una maiko che sta rientrando, finiamo in una via sempre di case da te ma ultra turistica, tanto che siam costretti a scendere dalla bici per farci strada tra la folla, poi mega scarpinata in bici verso il castello, ex sede dell’imperatore, che però chiudendo alle cinque, l’ultima entrata è per le quattro mezza (e noi siam arrivati alle cinque rosicate). Poco male, ci vedremo l’interno del cortile dalla torre di osservazione di Kyoto, we go after leaving the bike and thanked his father kind of girl. Admire the tower from the time we visited, we relax, Alberto manages to make you laugh all Jappe including women-lift (in the uniform of course) a fake out on the floor restaurant (where the elevator stops before to reach the ground floor), and even women-lift are not fake, but they can feel emotions. Take the train to go home and think about how to organize the future. The thought that he could skip the Ghibli Museum saddened me a bit, 'so even though rumors were saying that to be booked months in advance, and that the reservation without the support of a Japanese would be impossible to decide to feel the same when they returned to Tokyo.
Reservations are made through the machines in conjunction Lawson. Machines in Japan. Then ask the clerk (hat-samurai) if he can do it.
could not be easier, asks us when we want to go, and discover that there are vacancies (even choice between morning and afternoon) the next day, then our names in kanji translates for us, please fill in all the pay and gives us the reservation tickets.
For the series seemed so difficult, but it did succeed very well. Obviously, it was straight to where you could make reservations Lawson was essential, so thank Rando for giving us the inspiration!

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09/04/10 Fri: Ghibli Museum, Mitaka.

The morning starts with a huge FAIL of the imperial gardens closed (the curse), we console with the statue of Godzilla (yes they have done a small model Hachiko statue just outside the Imperial Palace) where we have photos and various nonsense. Then we go through a more Western-style garden, where there were several statues of emperors and samurai on horses all wavy-haired violent remarkable, then we feel the need to come back from Tokyo Hands because it is the only place, besides the observation towers , with postcards (perhaps in Japan does not go far). Again we are delighted by the fantastic one thousand units (there is everything), I avoid that for graphics designers, and for reasons of pride, and go directly to plunder the few cards left, all very photoschoppate and quite sad, but there was great choice!
To avoid cane our opening times for the museum take the train to Mitaka Ghibli pretty soon, when we fortunately since the station has reported the museum, which even has a custom bus to get there, but being a little distance and We arrived well in advance and we prefer to let us walk on the avenue lined with cherry trees and creek. It 'definitely una zona tranquilla di Tokyo, ci sono molte casette singole e a schiera, somiglia più a certi quartieri residenziali che abbiamo visto a Kyoto, che a quello che abbiamo visto a Tokyo fin’ora. Nel tragitto incontriamo una coppia che soggiorna nella nostra stessa Ryokan e ci assicura che la strada è giusta e che il museo è stupendo (tra l’altro loro la prenotazione l’han fatta lì per lì nel Lawson accanto al museo..). Una volta arrivati, ancora senza un pranzo sullo stomaco, al posto di buttarci nel solito combini, andiamo in un combini artigianale, dove acquistiamo cibo bento. Perfettamente puntuali entriamo nel museo, in cui purtroppo è vietatissimo fare foto (quindi a parte qualche foto alla struttura esterna, non find another album in that sooner or later will upload). In the case change our reservation with the ticket and a ticket there dan-frame to be used in the small cinema museum, which is transmitted every fifteen minutes a short novel of Miyazaki. The museum is not very large, comprising the ground floor and two upper floors, with a few rooms in reality because the great central hall has floor to ceiling height. The museum is for children, there are bathrooms everywhere, gurgling little doors and small scales, and also in the room to see things are at their height, and very often we bow. One room is dedicated to "My Neighbor Totoro", there are mechanical constructions that reproduce the movements of the characters in the movie, mini theaters where using overlapping panels were reconstructed scenes, a lot of interactive things where you turn a crank or operate some mechanism. A huge chest of Miyazaki's filmography presented chronologically, and the center of a glass of room under there all the envelopes containing scripts and sketches for the construction (dealing with an area of \u200b\u200bat least 3 feet by 4). Another room, modeled after that of Totoro, Ponyo on the cliff is dedicated to and contains the model of a whale ride a pony. Upstairs, in addition to the opening on the roof and a ladder to get on the roof, where iron is this sculpture of a robot, there a room-nursery where children can play in the immense cat-bus (the movie Totoro) Plush, filled the inside with plastic pellets (because we could not get in? Perchèèè piccinaaa want to go back). In the middle floor in addition to the wonderful gadgets and ultra-stocked shop called "Mama help", was the greatest thing in the museum (along with the short film): the reproduction of the study design Miyazaki. All books, documentation, sketches, a desk full of all kinds of colors, from pencils to chalk drawings of landscapes hanging, stunning, even by those little sketches I realized what I had already suspected, namely that Miyazaki has a gift, thanks to the lines and colors to make magic every little shot. I open here a brief introduction: I am one that moves a lot, there are films that made me get tons of tears, but those of Miyazaki, I refer in particular to the enchanted city, but generally I can extend it in all his films, I move the innermost fan I really cry a lot. Generally we have a protagonist who is young, a girl, and during the film as if it grew, or rather to maturity, what was the first hint of conscience, which later becomes a real maturity. Miyazaki says with extreme elegance and shows us the passage from light-heartedness and play to that of adulthood. The way to a bitter-sweet, and perhaps the thing that touches me inside, is the fact that so well describes the blissful naivety, tap into the real games, the colors. For example, if I fish in the memories of when I was little, I thought there was a much stronger and dazzling light, everything was more colorful than they are now. Maybe growing up is as if one did a process of internal saturation, I do not know. In Miyazaki's films but I see those colors, the light brighter, and I believe this is in addition to the story that triggers something inside me. To return to the speech museum, who from his childhood sketches, there's this filter, this magic touch. It will be talented will be a gift.
A dead heat with the room, a beautiful short film, which projected into a mini-room all decorated in style. It was not necessary to know Japanese, the short film was mostly onomatopoeic, and the other funny thing was that all the noise (such as wind, traffic, etc.) were played with verses of the voice. The main character, full futon and apples to move from the noisy and polluted city in the country (I admire the search continues despite the fact that the Japanese surround technology remain firmly in the inner relationship with nature) and where to cross fiumicciatoli fields must pledge to pay an apple to the various spirits. Seized by a sudden storm is rifugerà in a small house .. and here I will not spoil the ending for those who want to go see it. We go out and expect us to Rando for a stroll in the park next to the museum. They say that with the cherry blossom is the most beautiful park in Tokyo, and not hard to believe, with a huge lake in the middle (which is unfortunate for the couple a ride in a boat, because you leave!), The usual Jappe they do hanami, tempiuccio and some wooden bridges (which see those shins of carp), all petals carpet of fallen cherry. Fantastic and romantic. Finished around the park we do we bring to Rando in a small traditional restaurant, where three women are to eat in front of customers. We each ordered a different dish (I vegetable ramen) and tasted with pleasure. It 's time to greet the lucky (because he lives in Japan) and Rando friendly, and fall to prepare for the evening drive. The weariness in his face and burns caused by bike day in Kyoto of fans feel, and after some general we gone crazy and gotten them all to agree to Shibuya Station (Hachiko of course). Tonight was one of the other evenings in the making morning, and I stand up and Albe we have the brilliant idea of \u200b\u200bteenage fill the water bottle of sake (have the same color) and the drainage around. Definitely a great night, which omit data memories confused because sake.

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Sat 10/04/10 Harajuku, Okonomiyaki, Gonen gai

And 'Saturday after 6 am the night before and have admired the salarimen relax seats on metro, very quietly we head to Harajuku, where while waiting for other visitors to the park and the Meiji-Jingu temple. A huge wooden bulls opens wide cobblestone paths that lead to different combinations of time and exposure of barrels of sake. Everything is bathed in a lush, forested nature. After the tour of the trails back to the bridge in Harajuku, where our fellow travelers have experienced the "FREE HUGS" with lots of signs. A unique experience, just to see (I'm too old for certain things myself), jappine to mention falling in love at the feet of Batsy (where a review Western hair, tall, with blue eyes?), the Jappe just saw that Vanessa went to meet her tits (she is high, then the medium was already Jappo at roof height, if it really is then calculated superdotato, Jappe accustomed to the flatness we splashed). All in all a fun afternoon. For dinner, try another typical specialty Jappe, or the okonomiyaki, which minimized can be defined as a pancake. I go there with my two knights travel fortunately there had been (while I was in the Host club), and they knew how to proceed. C'accomodiamo the tables to stay on their knees, in each table is a plate where cooking. We order and we will reach a bowl with the ingredients of our cracks, we are the officers to break into the egg and mix thoroughly with a sauce (add that to your liking, the tube is on the table). Once everything is blended well down on the plate previously greased (with oil still present on the table), we cooks very well turning it over, you put the sauce you want on (there is a choice between the soy and the most bittersweet caramel) and eat. A true delight. After dinner we walked to the neighborhood Gonen Gai, made up of narrow streets and tiny bar with selected customers. Basically you enter a room with a breakfast bar and 4 seats (sometimes there is even a little 'space on the second floor) and everything is there. You go in and speak with the manager. Do not we have entered a bit 'because I do not think that Westerners are welcome, all the kanji are written, and in any case where the main attraction is to talk to the bartender, not knowing a word of Japanese does not help. In addition it is an area largely controlled by the Yakuza, the better to avoid getting in the wrong spot. But really a character, because the whole neighborhood, which looks like a slum, is surrounded by pedestrian streets with lanterns fixed path and trees. From steps.

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Sun 11/04/10 Mount Fuji (Odawa, Goia, Sutzen, Owari), Takadanobaba.

Mission Mount Fuji. We move away from Tokyo to get closer to that strip of mountains that theoretically you should also see from Tokyo, with almost one thousand skyscrapers do not see anything, so we should approach the train and take some great mountain. Time seems to grace (sembra!) and passed by the usual train Jappe modern and comfortable trains closer to the tram, (where, among other things, we meet a pair of middle-aged married couple from Bologna, who was making a tour to Japan all organized from them). We get to Goia, a small small town the mountains, we relax a little 'eating a kind of salty crepes, but not made with the egg, but with a crispy rice pasta, which is then dipped in soy sauce and cooked. The result is something orgasmatico, in fact, before returning home we took some wrapped, but they were not as good as the craft made by this old man who just found out that we were dall'ItaRia started to say a few words in Italian that he knew ( was in Rome) as "hello, pasta, beautiful, spaghetti," and I in return I taught him (or at least believe) that we are similar to those of things that was cooking, which we call "flat bread", and he he also repeated. So the scene was this old man collapsed and wrinkled Jappo with this crack in my hand that said "flat bread, flat bread, flat bread" to me. I almost could advise the twinning-Cliffs Goia. Obviously still not seen a tube of Mount Fuji, and a map to understand that there are several lookout points, to reach the nearest one to us is necessary to take another train and cable car. I go to the small tourist office for information on times, price and terms, and before me I find myself a little old Jappe which obviously does not know a word of English. Start a gestural dialogue on the maps, sometimes with the intrusion of a Jappo who tried to translate into English a few words. The conclusion of the story is beautiful: la signora fa segno di avere una botta di genio, e mi scrive in giapponese le informazioni che mi servono (presumo orario e prezzo dei treni e funivia), quindi io mi ritrovo con un foglietto di scarabbochi in mano, e ovviamente ne so quanto prima. Però lei mi guarda con un sorriso dolcissimo e non riesco ad insistere, ma ringrazio inchinandomi e vado. Alla fine davanti ad un pannello della stazione riusciamo a comprendere che dobbiamo prendere un altro treno fino a Sutzen, poi da lì prendere la funivia fino a Owarichi (che abbiamo scoperto dopo essere una località piena zeppa di sorgenti solfatare, quindi non vi dico che buon odore). Il treno Goia - Sutzen ha una pendenza tale che funziona con un sistema di cavi, per cui va su un treno e scende l’altro and vice versa. The cable car was typically efficient, complete with a recorded voice inside, that you would welcome advertising across the board. In short, we arrive at the observation point formed by a kind of roadside restaurants (as a mascot that had a "Hello Kitty" with a black egg, egg cooked in typical sulphurous, which is a recipe typical of the place) and a terrace, inhale all the fantastic kindly supplied by the air sulphurous and NOT see Mount Fuji. The day is clear and limpid, but of course exactly where it should be in front of the mountain there is a nice array of clouds, and you do not see anything at all. The whole succession by a moment of panic: we were surrounded by all Jappe with a hat da baseball con scritto Australia. Perché? Mistero.
Aspettiamo un po’ ma le nuvole al posto di calare aumentano, quindi rientriamo dopo aver fatto un giretto nell’autogrill cercando cartoline che non abbiamo trovato. Per consolarci dallo zolfo e dal monte Fuji mancato (con la speranza inesistente di vederlo nei giorni successivi dalla Tokyo Tower) torniamo a Goia e prendiamo un gelato, e vogliamo farci del male prendendo i gusti tipici jappi, ovvero “Sakura” (ciliegia) e Tè verde. Io e Alberto abbiamo in mano questi 2 coni, uno rosa e l’altro verde acido. Se i colori non erano un gran chè, i sapori forse erano anche peggio.
Ritrovati con gli altri del gruppo che sono rimasti nei pressi di Goia, torniamo verso Tokyo, e per cena decidiamo di provare un sushi su nastro nel quartiere di Takenobaba (quartiere dov’era la Ryokan degli altri). Finalmente in un vero tentai (o come si scrive) con tanto di rubinetto di acqua calda dove mettere sotto il bicchiere e fare il tè verde. Siamo solo 12, quindi occupiamo tutto il ristorante, riempiamo il tavolo di piattini e spendiamo pure poco per la quantità di sushi ingurgitata. Tra l’altro impariamo pure una cosa. Al posto di chiedere birra, richiediamo il sakè, e ad un certo punto arriva un cameriere con un piattino di sushi al salmone (perché potevi anche richiedere il piattino che volevi), praticamente abbiamo scoperto che “sakè” può also mean salmon! We also discovered that sake they do not have it, and we were advised to take it to the Combine. After having tested different types we concluded that the most good (in addition to the bottles taken once) is the one with the blue label, because it has a taste much less bitter and more fruity, and goes down as if nothing had happened. To make a digest around the room looking for a Dance Revolution games that we did not find, only to play the game of Japanese drums (always popular) and the battery. Finally meters - Combine beer - futon.

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12/04/10 Mon: Nara.

E ' the last day that I have available the JR Pass and against any and all alone I'm going to Nara. The hours on the train are many, but not knowing when I come back to this earth (but now more than ever convinced to come back), I wake up at four thirty in the morning to take the first subway and the first Shinkansen. Everything perfect, arriving in Kyoto, where I change and do the mistake of taking a kind of regional stops, not only at all stations, but I also think every house near the station. The result is that between the tram train Shinkansen much less comfortable, and the endless journey, I wear out this journey more than the rest. Let's not even the rain stopped for a moment throughout the day, which did not just jumping for joy. Anyway I arrived at the station in Nara slingshot information center for a map and advice on how to move to Nara to see all in one day. The lady of the information center know English, and also pretty good, I introduced the map, I recommend on the rain to catch a bus to the main park, then move on foot from there with an umbrella, then all a path through an old neighborhood to return to the station. I follow the path to the letter, I get on the bus, which fortunately has a screen with all the stops marked (so I'm not mistaken), arrival at the park is full of signs for various times. Despite the continuous rain, the park is beautifully green, and deer, the famous red deer of Nara, and there really are walking quietly among the tourists around the park. There are stands where you can buy biscuits from him, but then you must also prepare for an assault, in fact I have seen deer bite coats, umbrellas, bags, even while I watched I realized that nicely mappina a deer I was eating a corner. However, in Nara see the castle containing the largest Buddha in Japan, it really is huge, then the temple with the largest number of red lanterns, and followed that with the most statuettes juzizu (a little 'megalomaniac in Nara). Everything is inside the park, connected by various paths of stones. Once outside I headed to an old quarter passing with a pagoda, a pond connected by an endless staircase. Interesting man-made lake, located between an intersection of streets, without any kind of fence, we can practically end up inside as you walk! Past the pond and a traditional Japanese bridge which went under a very small channel with a lot of boat with other statues in stone, I arrive at the Old Quarter, very opposite of the districts of Tokyo, because instead of pointing to the vertical, we aim to 'horizontal, in fact all the houses of wood and paper, perfect rectangular, filled with horizontal and vertical lines. There is wood, there's no where to leave your shoes before entering, which is welcoming, but then you do not know how to move the panels to enter, then at the same houses seem impenetrable. In this neighborhood should be the last time I planned, and I just can not find it, all this with a cascade of windy rain that never stopped for a moment (which is not very convenient if you need to keep open a map and try to Guidelines). In the end I decided to ask someone, and I put on what should be a convenience store. As soon as I open the door to a very strong aroma invades my nostrils .. roasting of tea! Green Tea! He was a shop with green tea and dried well in the leaves. The old man makes me two favors in an I sells tea, (I preferred to go on the traditional, deep down they are still completely ignorant towards tea, needless chissèchetipo throw up, I took the classic Sencha), the real one, in dried leaves that when they touch the hot start releasing their taste (which I like), the second to give me the right directions to the temple that would otherwise never have found. Semi-desert to the temple I find a cashier very fond of his work, gives me the plan of the complex, and I repeat 4-5 times to stop definitely see some point in the roof shingles, which left the old ones are old, have resisted a bombing and earthquakes (which certainly does him honor.) I look at them but Poetry is my ultimate dream of times past when I played that game for the PlayStation Ninja, and you were not to go up on those roofs consist of those beautiful tiles. Aside from that meeting the usual figurines, and within a complex of a beautiful statue of wood, sometimes painted, depicting a demon. It 'just came to get back into the station, I expect an equally long journey home and also by dint of walking in the rain from mid-thigh on are completely soaked, including feet. In Nara I make smart and take a train that does a lot of interregional fewer stops and arrive earlier in Kyoto. I sit on the seats, and I realize that the controller to ensure that all the seats are pointing in the right direction of travel, it activates a mechanism that will spotlight. Changing on the fly instead to allow this work (which already has made some passengers going alone), and I think Jappe are really forward, and who knows what mechanism was not too complicated to put on our trains .. however, in Kyoto, or because I could not wait to shower with rain water, I want to feel a bit 'tired, feverish fradiciume, I get in a hurry on a Shinkansen, forgetting completely that the JR Pass, there are certain types of ultra high-speed trains on which you can not go up. Blessed are there to enjoy the landscape, warmth, and a BENTINI (that was my lunch eaten in a few hours delay) comes a woman and controller (which by the uniform was more like one of those women lift) which controls the tickets. A controller? Never seen controller, because you still have to enter the train or have used the ticket, or Suica, or the JR Pass, so it's a bit 'useless to make a check .. Jappe pull out all the tickets, and this seems strange, they usually have season tickets .. Then I look around and realize that the seats are more comfortable in the already ultra-comfortable seats of the Shinkansen normal, I look at where the message stops appearing and noticed a nice "Welcome to NOZUMI Shinkansen" .. Nozumi the course is a train that I could not totally be blamed on the JR Pass, I would have to pay a ticket that would cost more or less one third of my vacation there. Panico. Candidly I do see the JR Pass control to the woman, and she tells me in Italian a "moment" and marking a micro notebook in which I sit. While they are away I think of all the possible strategies, jump off the train at the first stop, shut the bathroom, and I incline to the latter or, as the information written on the back of JR Pass in English (including one that warned against the Nozumi), I decide simply to be an Italian who does not know word of English, which ignores the whole, and maybe I would have continued to repeat until shinkansen shinkansen would find a translator Italian that would explain the whole thing. Maybe the controller has read my mind my strategy, maybe it was already in distress at the thought of having to explain the whole thing, the fact that remaining hour of travel does not pass anyone, and when I finally arrived in Tokyo sling down very happy to have avoided a mega Multon. My conscience is completely justified by the fact that I was feverish, and I have not thought this matter, which otherwise would have gone well with the cabbage. However, I drag between meters and feet up to the Ryokan, I'll give the good Satoshi key to enter the room, I take off my wet clothes, I clean and prepare the sling in the shower, that the only time throughout the trip does not seem to burn as usual (showers only in Japan, you can adjust from 37 large and over). After I'm in front of our fan that shoots hot air (next to me pants and shoes to dry) with a hair dryer in hand, creating a gallery of hot wind and a bit I can 'to recover from all the rain made. Collapse on the futon and wait for the return of bold young to try to see something for dinner. Not be long now, tomorrow is the last day before departure seriously, and we do not want us to miss the food chain than usual dead dog.

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mart 13/04/10: Tokyo Tower.

And 'officially the last day, and again between rain and other commitments we went to Tokyo Tower. Today there is also the sun, there is no better day than this to make the latest attempt to see the cursed mountain .. But the first step due to the post office (which opens at 10 am) to send the postcards. Find a post office is almost impossible because of our ignorance about how it could be the symbol of Japan Post. Fortunately, a salarimen, first try to explain, then saw our looks completely lost and needy of his own volition decided to accompany us to the threshold. As we let ourselves be guided pass in front of a Pachinko, still closed, but the absurdly already Jappe line up outside to enter, run by a row buttafuori.Arriviamo to me, I stand in line, the system is ultra fast, in less than two minutes are in front of a cashier, ask how much it costs to send the cards in Italy and she takes the calculator shows me the number, I decided to send them all, for the simple fact that sending a postcard from Japan to Italy is what the Italian postal mail, even a little 'less. I do not know whether to admire their fast and efficient service and feel shame for our own, or just ashamed of inflated prices for poor service that we (the last one that happened to my aunt that I am able to lose a recommended .. A REGISTERED ! If even that mail is more secure, I do, I start to take things in hand ???). However, the transaction is completed postcards, there is nothing else than to go to Tokyo Tower.
Alberto has a plan, which I welcome and needed my cooperation to implement it, the attack on the Tokyo Tower by Godzilla. The monster we have it, I took it on the first night in a flea market, the Tokyo Tower is, you only need find the right angle to take photos of the attack. Meanwhile we carry out this delicate operation we can distract (!) And make them laugh a shipyard workers who were placing a road, we stopped by Vecchini pleased Godzilla to see Westerners admire (and who kindly took a picture there, but in return they too have a photo with Godzilla). Upon completion of his shots I have an idea .. why do not we do our star viewing with the attack on Tokyo from Tokyo Tower? Promoted, and here we are to take the elevator with the ticket for both observers (a lower place, the other top one) disguised in a basket with our Godzilla, or as pronounced Japponia: Gojilla. When we bring it out in the viewer and the madness, American tourists, old ladies, female students, all looking at us and admire the idea, some are fun, makes us compliments, who wants to a photo with the star. Basically we end up passing on the Tokyo Tower throughout the afternoon, enjoying it like crazy. Meanwhile we also look at the landscape and we already have so many memories tied to the districts and some buildings. The tour ends in a cube ugly under the Tokyo Tower turned into a tourist and commercial center. My only joy was that in Tokyo I can not find a snowball, but I find there!
Outside the Tokyo Tower, we count the remaining money (just a few) and lean to buy something to eat at the Combine, we manage with beer and yakitori, skewers or fried chicken (good by the way) by spending 'trifle. We stop to eat on the benches parchettino in a cross in the middle of the whole project as if it were a piece of forest in the mountains, wonderful.
Then we cross the street without knowing it we come across another temple, the Zojo-Ji, with Jizo statues, a giant bell, package and amulets of wood. We admire the composition Temple - Tokyo Tower and head to a subway station through a new area, through a wooden door, manholes drawing manga, and some restaurant right out of comic books.
Return to the Ryokan, where unfortunately it is time to pack or gather all the entropy of the room in a bag. Almost impossible, in fact one of my purchases (few) and gifts (many) decided to leave all the towels, a bag (they had self-destructed the hinges) and a faded sweatshirt that was already prepared to sacrifice. Not knowing what the state we will be tomorrow if Satoshi is already awake and decide to take a group photo time with Satoshi and his colleague, so we'll have forever immortalized style clothes on the chair, or pink shirt, white shorts and military sock . In Suca (card meter), we have little money and charge it bothers us, then the desire is to return last night where it all began, or all'Asahi Sky Room pub, and just put your foot out already Scazzi road, almost without knowing it we end up in the equivalent del Bronx, (effettivamente la zona si era un po’ tutta degredata, le scritte occidentali erano sparite, il numero di barboni aumentano, anche se la pulizia regnava comunque), ce lo giriamo un po’, troviamo anche dei giardini, e facendo jogging arriviamo alla sala vetrosa paesaggiosa giusto in tempo per il LATODA (last order, stavolta la cameriera vedendoci ce l’ha scritto in un foglietto per farcelo leggere). Ammiriamo per l’ultima volta lo splendido paesaggio, la malinconia è ai massimi livelli, la serata non riesce ad essere carica come al solito, siamo proprio pensierosi e tristi. Nemmeno usciti di lì fermarsi a mangiare ramen in un piccolo ristorantino ci rende più felici. In piena notte ripassiamo anche dalla zona dei tempi di Asakusa, ovvero Senso-Ji, la porta Kaminarimon con la lanterna che sembra davvero riportarti alle notti di assalti organizzati da ninja e il Nakamise-Dori, che a quest’ora si riassume con un’enorme serranda abbassata. Passeggiamo anche in tanti parchetti disposti per il lungo del fiume Sumida, dove i gatti si fanno i fatti loro. Qualche jappo fa jogging notturno, qualcuno esce col cagnolino. Nemmeno l’ultimo sakè del combini riesce a salvarci la serata, siamo proprio giù. Ultima birra Combini e futon, domani si torna a casa (purtroppo).

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14/04/10 merc - rientro in Italia.

Ci svegliamo, neanche a dirlo è una giornata di sole meraviglioso, e noi carichi di trolley compressi ci dirigiamo fuori dalla Ryokan non prima di aver fatto un grosso saluto al nostro Satoshi, diventato ormai il nostro idolo personale (se non altro anche perché era l’unico jappo a parlare un inglese comprensibile). Stavolta niente tragitto a piedi, prendiamo per l’ultima volta la metro, facciamo qualche spesa al Combini e ripercorriamo le stesse linee con cui siamo arrivati, fino al treno per l’aeroporto Narita, dove rivediamo il paesaggio da città a (relativamente) campagna al contrario.
All’aeroporto facce amiche, ovvero i nostri compagni di viaggio che dormivano nell’altra Ryokan, anche loro in attesa del volo. C’è anche chi è happy to go home and resume the routine, but I console myself by taking the soy-rice cakes-tipopatatine sincerely another month or so of vacation I would not at all weighed. Indeed, the Icelandic volcano will erupt that will stop all flights only when we are already at home in Italy for some now, so nothing to do, you should just go back. The flight time is endless. I do not want to sleep not to mess up the schedules, but the hours are many, and even some nice gentle film. I realize, inter alia, with bales of extreme turning my mp3 player is left somewhere in Japponia, so apart from the jazz compilation given by Alitalia's own hope. We arrive in Rome, and at least to console we take a nice gelatone but not green tea dark chocolate, but when I get on the plane back to coma youngest Roma - Bologna. We go from the airport of Bologna is a bit 'less happy when we left Narita airport 14 days ago. Japan will come back!

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sumak Koseki, butoh dancer was one of the artists who were able to share their knowledge with European trials. In the seventies he collaborated with Grotowsky, Beard, P. Leotard, creating a personal style and complete a teaching method that takes 18 to 27 July in Italy offering a workshop

the Magazzini del Sale of Messina, conceived and organized by the Theater of the Sea in Ships. Today Butoh has evolved, it has been contaminated with other modes of expression, the proposals coming from Japan (or that Europe where the arts are processed and processed) have perhaps lost their meditation on the essence of collective renewal. present anew and, therefore, an interview with 90s sumak Koseki in which the dancer recounts della trasformazione della vita. #gallery-1 { margin: 0 0 0 40px; } #gallery-1 .gallery-item { float: left; margin-top: 10px; text-align: center; width: 33%; } #gallery-1 img { border: 2px solid #cfcfcf; } #gallery-1 .gallery-caption { margin-left: 0; }

Cosa ti ha spinto ad iniziare il lavoro sul Butoh?
Quando ho cominciato a lavorare with Tadashi Suzuki in the seventies, there was a tendency in Japan to renew the theater to the other movements that corresponded quite theatrical era as, for example, the underground ol'happening whose main idea was to destroy, to break with the traditional theater. But, as in Japan, the tradition had been lost at the beginning of the century when they wanted to learn Western modernism, meant for us to break tradition and use it to find the Renewal without destroying it completely. The appearance of the tradition that he wanted to carefully resealed and kept Tadashi Suzuki was that of labor as is used in the No and Kabuki theater where all the drama lies in the body. So our work, which aimed almost exclusively on physics, also represented the revolt against the psychological drama that had invaded Japan.

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Defining Butoh with words is very difficult. The work on the dramaturgy of the body, for example, is only part of Buto as is also the notion of death that is very broad and is never morbid or negative. There is also the notion of cancellation of self-denial which, moreover, what it means to live in our hearts as the nature, the supernatural or even more-distant-memory is personal and collective. The Buto has no form and therefore must be renewed each time. Unfortunately, the human tendency is to keep things once they are found, so the Buto is meant to represent a beginning, a proposal, but no end.

There is a technique of Butoh in the work of the actor?

A technique down there and every danzotore has its own method of training. Many are based on Eastern techniques like yoga or tai chi quan, others to the ballet or the pantomime. However, there are movements of essenzali all do: walking, running, relaxation, breathing in order to find the primary energy, listening to the silence, force in the basin. But I think in Butoh

there is some shame over the use of techniques and even if all the great masters have always had excellent techniques (Kazuo UN, for example, and 'gym teacher and has been studied and German expressionist dance mime), if you ask them what is the necessary technical, answer "no" and then advise you to forget every tecnica.Perche working on a technique is contradictory to, search the cancellation as "technical" means to lean on something for sure while nothing in Buto and secure.

What is the conception of the character in the theater Butoh?

The research work on one character will always involve some alienation. For example, when working on the main characters as the dictator or the child is done by keeping a certain distance, as if there was an external image on which we are projecting empathy.

But most of that identification (in the sense of Stanislawskij) is more appropriate to speak of incarnation. In Japan there is always this game incarnation, which moreover is deeply religious in our memory there is, in fact, the possibility of finding all roles and all the characters, the game is to call and be invaded by them.

What was the influence Butoh in the West?

Japan is a very special country that has always distinguished from the rest of Asia.
A country that, throughout history, from time to time it is opened, took some things from the outside and the producer. The most striking case was that of writing taken from Chinese and transformed.

beginning of this century is the same thing happened against the West: they open the doors and you learned everything at full speed, from technology to lifestyle. Buto is also an example of this ability to open and close. The three founders of Butoh, for example, were much influenced West: Hijikata was a classical dancer, a mime Kazuo Ono and another was even a Christian. Even at the level of thinking has been influenced by Butoh Western artists such as Genet, Artaud and Bataille. What we have created is totally different from the West but also in other Asian traditions.

What is your goal in Butoh?

My goal is the creation, performance, visual art that can be defined. It is important, then, to live with each creation because only this way can become a spectacle. This is not something to repeat one or two hundred times, but to live it every time.

's why the Butoh takes time, because it is not only to learn, but to transform their lives. sumak Koseki
studied Butoh dance in Japan under the guidance of Issus Miura, also interested in contemporary dance influenced by the No and Kabuki theater. In Europe Grotowsky and has collaborated with many other artists (E. Barba, P. Leotard, P. Adrien). In 1980 he founded his company in France, a company that has several holdings all'Avignon Dance Festival and has performed throughout Europe. A 'La Comedie Francaise' (National Theatre) sumak worked the choreography and performed under the direction of directors as Znorko and Adrien Philippe. His style is characterized by a contamination of butoh, theater and traditional Japanese martial arts. He is a fervent activities taught in workshops across Europe.

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