The Cultural Exchange

 

1979– the day I met Yuki and my Japan adventure began.

I was 15 when I met Yuki and from that day my life was changed. A lot would happen in the three decades that followed, my “bonsai years” as I call them, those days when I was addicted to the culture and could not let go.  Read about what happened in “The Six-Foot Bonsai: A Soul Lost in the Land of the Rising Sun” available through Amazon.  

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6 thoughts on “The Cultural Exchange

  1. It’s important to teach kids or teenagers that if it feels too good to be true then probably they are right. My best friend went to Japan for cultural exchange at age 17 and she was given expensive gifts such as kimono and etc. However, when she received marriage proposal from a good looking PhD student in his late 20s, she surprisingly declined. She knew even at that age she will most probably lose her youthful freedom raising a family. Without further education or professional qualification, she’ll have to be forever submissive and dependent on her husband until her children grow up. Many Japanese housewives file for divorce the moment their husband retire as they too have had enough.

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    • You are right. My parents, God bless them, where very simple people and I don’t recall receiving many lessons except “don’t have sex before marriage” (fail), work hard and take care of your business. Once I failed at the virginity thing at barely 17 with a Japanese college student I did what I thought I should to take care of my business– marry him despite seeing many ominous signs all along the way.

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