Linde_01_2016

Die Linde, offizielles Infoorgan des Bremgarten-Kartells
Study in Japan, Silent Love
Eindrücke von Qi Wang, chinesischer Student in Japan
In these years in Japan, a silent and low profile emotion is always touching me, which moistens
things in silence, like Japanese composure.
I always went to Seiyu Supermarket to buy the meal for the next day after part-time job every day.
The shop assistant at check-out counter always exchanged some chat with me with smile on her face.
For many times she told me to go somewhere to find some commodities with special offers. Initially I
dislike this a little bit. I have not expected such a promotion like this in Japan. Later I knew, Seiyu
supermarket offered discounts since 10:30pm by 50%, or even 20%. My part-time job finished at
10:00pm, and almost every time I got to the check-out counter in Seiyu at a time one or two minutes
to the discounting moment. Every time her suggestion could save me hundreds of Yen. But she
never said it explicitly, just in silence. If you are unobservant, you even could not know that she
saved you many money earned painstakingly.
I would go to the counter of snow white skin essence in ItoYokado every month. The beautiful
assistant would gift some small gifts to me every time. This time when she learned that I would leave
Japan the next week. She bowed down and said thank you very much for coming to her for shopping.
I did not find an additional snow spray lying in my shopping bag until coming back to my dormitory,
plus a slip "take care on the way. It is sunny these days, this can supplement water. Thank you for
your patronage."
Restaurant Yoshiya has the most delicious hand-pulled noodles in the world in my view, an heirloom
shop run by the old couples and two sons. I have not found that there was an additional piece meat
until familiar with them and they tended to undercharge 50 or 100 Yen every time. But they exclaimed
"Welcome" every time when I came in and "Thank you" when I left like the way with other guests. If
not for my attention, maybe I would have never known they are concerned about me secretly and
thank me for patronage in a particular way.
Mimura aunt in the dormitory emphasized to never to fail to tell her when I was leaving. She said she
would examine my room. I went to her to tell her I was leaving next Tuesday. She unexpectedly took
out a counter and calculated, then gave me 21,000 Yen. Yes, 21,000 Yen, said it was the surplus
money from the room deposit and food expenses. I was completely unaware of this money. I asked
when she would examine my room. She said just don't forget something in the room.
Let alone the people in my part-time job. In the first place I would say some words for every one of
them. Every Aburaya person is my biggest gain in Japan. The part-time job here these years is also
the happiest and warmest experience in Japan. In the end of the last working day, miss Ouno turned
her head to avoid her tears being seen by me, Miyazawa nana shoved 2,000 Yen to me for buying
water on the way, miss Kobayashi gave me a fortune amulet and seized my hands, saying be sure to
see them when I came to Japan next time, Yoda nana cooked a bowl of Soba noodle for me, forcing
me to eaten up and saying fortune would follow. I had had supper, but I eaten up it in tears. The
proprietress saw me off until the outside of the building, and gave me a bottle of Shinshu sake, the
most expensive one in the restaurant. Every one bowed down in tears to see me off. The scene will
wet my eyes even now.
Although the students of the same grade in the dormitory left, some good friends came back to say
good-bye. No sweet words, just take care on the way. But Yatuti wrote on Facebook, plain but sweet
あいた,よかった (so good to see you).
There are many and many things that tell me the nation's low profile and metamoqester. People
always say Japanese are impersonal. I think maybe because of short time to get together with them.
The emotion is too low-profiled to be noticed with little care.
These years of Japanese life enlightens me that true feelings are always silent. Heart is affectionate
and love is silent.
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