Se eu soubesse desenhar...

Faria uma tirinha.

Quadro 1 - Eu sentado no trem. No banco ao lado, um menino japa lê um livro, que segura com a mão direita, e com a esquerda puxa o cabelo um pouco acima da orelha. Dá para ver que tem menos cabelo naquela região.

Quadro 2 - Eu olho arregalado. "Alguém igual a mim!".

Quadro 3 - Eu: "E se eu fosse falar com ele? Poderiamos dividir nossas histórias, vigiar um ao outro, tentar entender porque praticamos um hábito compulsivo tão estranhamente sedimentado no inconsciente".

Quadro 4 - Eu: "Namorar, nos casar, ter filhos. Ser felizes!".

Quadro 5 - Eu: "Mas como falar com ele? Como explicar isso em japonês? Ele vai ficar assustado! E agora, o que faço?".

Quadro 6 - Trem chega na estação e menino japa sai. Eu olho para a porta uns três segundos e começo a puxar o cabelo.

Os japas vão ao show

Desculpa, tá em inglês pq eu postei tb no facebook.

Yesterday I spent the whole day at an event named Countdown Japan, sort of a huge combination of 4 stages with plenty of Japanese rock bands presenting for about 45 minutes each. The tickets, of course, were sold out. I got mine by second hand in internet, accepting to pay 2,000 more just to see some of the guys who’ve been accompanying me throughout ups and downs of life. Well, I will dare to say some brief considerations about it:

• About 90% of the audience had a towel around the neck. To dry the sweat, of course. But it is just funny as everybody is so leaned toward these must-have Japanese tools for specific situations (like the rod for climbing mountains).
• During the songs, people dance, shake, jump, raise the hands and even throw others over the crowd. The song is over and all you can hear is the thorough silence of the trains. Here and there someone scream the name of the singer and that’s all.
• You can see the japs sleeping everywhere. Inside the cars, trains, restaurants, Mc Donald’s. The concert was not different and lots of young guys just laid on the floor or on the tables at the food court for taking a nap. Not mentioning the special beach chairs (more than 300, I guess) where you could sleep between one presentation and another.
• Singers here, most time, are not very good on talking to the audience. One of my favorites, the Brilliant Green’s vocalist, sounded like a robot facing depression issues. “Well, all I hope is that you take a little memory from our band and…I don’t know what I am saying, sorry. I know you all must be tired and that’s why it’s not being so fun today”, she said.
• Whenever I tried to leave one concert in the middle to see another one, it was not a problem at all. People would almost jump to get out of my way, so that I crossed the whole place without touching anyone. I definitely don’t like it.
• Besides me, there was only one non-asian there (not including the woman in the African food stand). Considering there should be easily over 30,000 people, it is kind of a special feeling.
• Those who went alone, like me, were at least 20% of the audience. Pretty high average.