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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