"If you have time, please stay in our house for several days. I would like to cook rice cakes with Nori or Nori-maki for you. See you soon! Yumiko"

It"s all dark in here and I pray for the pc not to have any password thank god it doesn"t but makes such a noise that I"m afraid of waking K. . It was 2.00 am yesterday when I look away from my lesson and wonder how many people, at the exact same time in this town, are listening to Radiohead, as I do. Kid A"s version of morning bell is definitely one of their best. I saw a girl pushing back a photographer, in Harajuku, she had her hand on his lens, and he wouldn"t stop anyways. I thought he should have respected her, and stop shooting at her shouting " NO! ", but then I thought maybe that is what is sometimes needed to get your picture : to forget notion of respect and rights, and shoot anyway anyhow. I would have stopped ( conclusion = I am crap at taking photographs... ^_^) I hugged a man, too. He was all alone with his "free hugs" sign, I couldn't"t resist。THE strange thing about it is that you"ll find most videos or picture or coverage about " free hugs" in Japan than anywhere else, but then if that is because it happens more here or because it is just miles away from any Japanese custom, "wakanai". I made K. hug him too. He then explained me how in Japan parents do not hug their children when they are grown up, as Ay. did some days ago. I had forgotten some things in three months, as the omni-presence of machines, queuing for elevators, the look of old people towards "gaijin", the kindness of most strangers you"d ask your way or the time, the huge amount of time I can spend in Shibuya Tokyo Tower"s 6th floor when the light sucks (or when it"s cold, and THAT IS a discovery after this summer), and - considering my total absence sense of space - how good I am at public transport in here ( and this is not irony ). Talking about irony...