Lost in translation (Part 1)
There was one random thing happened when I was at Ginza, which was truly a case of lost in translation: I was waiting for my cousin outside Comme des Garcons, and a boy came to me and asked if I could speak English, seemed like he was trying to figure out the way to a specify destination. He asked every single person he met when he walked along the street, no one could help him. And when I tell him "Yes, I can speak English", he was like the happiest person in this world, smiled like a flower. But as I told him unfortunately I didn't know anything about this place, he became so frustrated, I could totally tell how disappointed he was. He said "thank you" and then turned to the girl who was standing a few meters away, he asked the same question and the girl shook her head, the boy just had to keep walking and keep asking everyone the same question.
Japan, such a magical place, always reminds you that you're just a foreigner, a total stranger to her, and you still fascinate her.
Japan, such a magical place, always reminds you that you're just a foreigner, a total stranger to her, and you still fascinate her.
The awkward moment when I had been posing forever, my brother couldn't push the buttom. And as I said "just give up" then he captured it.
