(Yokohama by night)
Admitting man Nature has done much more than a calculation error: an attack on itself.
-Emile M. Cioran
I also started a photoblog to Flickr where photos will put more cute / curious that I did.
During the past week I visited Yokohama, which since 1856 has, in fact, the port of Tokyo. In the past
Tokyo and Yokohama were two separate cities but in the last century houses have held throughout the region to which it is not possible, by eye, to distinguish from one another if not for the fact that Yokohama is on the sea: it's not clear where it begins and ends the city because what in the past had to be a gulf is now full of bridges, buildings and huge ice shelves that they recover quickly everything the sea has eroded over the centuries. From the point of view of nature is a shame but from the standpoint of science and technology is certainly fascinating, after all the gulfs in nature there are many, losing a will not be a disaster.
turned our eyes to the horizon, toward the ocean, you can see many Construction of the great pillars among which acts to hold a double-decker bridge connecting the two ends of the bay. It will be two or three kilometers long and at night is lit by blue lights that fascinate the viewer.
One thing I noticed today is that the sea is clean, transparent. I could hardly believe that I filmed and somehow I must be weird results to the Japanese sit on the promenade alien intent on seeing this film, one of the palaces and other attractions, the shallow water of the port a few meters from him. Maybe they do not know that in Livorno, a city one hundred times smaller than a hundred times less Yokohama industries, water and 'black and if you fall into trouble.
In Yokohama water instead of the port is transparent, you see all the beautiful backdrop to several meters below. The rest had already spoken of the rivers where people bathe in the summer so why be astonished if the water in the largest port in Japan is clear?
While today I was headed for Chinatown, I spent a bridge over a river, the water was dark blue, clean and swam in the waters placid, huge big carp more than half a meter.
A gentle breeze caresses your face as we turn our backs to the feared ocean (in the minds of the Japanese sea still arouses a sense of mystery and fear, after all islanders have in past centuries and those who lived on the coast fed almost exclusively of fruits of peach) and aim the motionless, noble skyscrapers built years ago when Japan was in full "bubble economy" and seemed able to buy the entire planet.
Today these beautiful architectural jewels attract some tourists, but most are filled with offices and luxurious restaurants. One of them is the most majestic of others not only because of its height, but the feeling I get from looking at it, if it could talk I'm sure I would say arrogantly: "Hey, try to give me a push, so I do not move an inch." Exudes an aura of strength and yet is only a building, but it seems that its foundations, its roots are deep, so abysmal that nothing can move me from where it is. And 'the tallest building in Japan and certainly the most beautiful places I have seen so far. At night when hundreds of lights illuminate it is less "strong" but more scenic.
Walking through the city no longer the case f or more cleaning and organization that reigns supreme here and the silence and the breeze helped me to associate the French city to a metropolis like Paris Brest or if it was not here for the Gulls more replaced by huge ravens croak constantly. Yet I have seen gulls but in this region there are few birds and the ones that survive well are just these huge, dark, crows. Moreover
against the pigeons were taken many measures so that these birds there are few means any area where they can perch or roof is covered with stilettos and somehow the eggs are removed from the nests. Among other things, the shape of the buildings is not sufficient to permit easy for the birds nest (but also for other birds) especially in the center because there are no roofs. Given that the streets are clean and there are not many insects have little to eat so we find them only in parks. Bidding farewell to the pigeons but also to give the swallows and other birds that we usually see in Italy. Yokohama
loses a bit of fascination with the mind if Brest gazed at sunset, with its gull and their song, a city of sea gulls is not difficult to imagine, but here in Japan has lost a lot of nature. Just
the absence of gulls in Yokohama as a city judge "cold, lifeless? The crows, perhaps, not have a case? It takes the development of the sea, the invasions made by man against nature to judge it this way? Maybe yes, maybe no, but then there are a lot of beach town in the world, losing a will not be a disaster.
** I was also at the Museum of Contemporary Art in Tokyo in Ueno district to view an exhibition in which they were exposed several works of Japanese authors, including that of a friend of the father of Kanako. I did not like much: let's face it I do not know what art is, I'm not an expert. From
profane which I think work is good if it meets the aesthetic standards which not only harm the feelings but portray something real, unreal or even outside of physics.
A beam pinned to a wall does not give me any feeling except the envy of the artist who conceived it and maybe it 'became famous for this work. A huge framework with three colored cubes under buckets of colored paint as above.
work and do not say that 'if this is not the same as a Caravaggio but at least shows me that if a landscape that is "clean" and designed well, can have strange colors, be distorted, upside down to what you want but the hand of the painter should give the idea of \u200b\u200bsomeone with a brush and a lot we can do. Get
Picasso, many outsiders consider it an inability that has been lucky enough to invent a genre. I am not among those so different from his feelings show through clear and sharp pictures that create a feeling in the soul of the viewer defined. However, if
to me absurd to propose a Caravaggio paintings by Picasso for ten I would not doubt what to choose.
**
(the father of Kanako eating, happy, a dish of soba)
enthusiasm for life is what you hunger for food. -Bertrand Russell
Food. I am passionate about food that I consider torture to walk the floors of shopping and only find food, all types, shapes and sizes.
In Italy you have to go to eat sushi restaurants from 40 € per person and here you find in supermarkets entire parcel to two Euros. Everything is different, strange, special. How can you not fancy while wander these halls filled with mouth-watering dishes without trying to taste something? It 's impossible for me. How can you not have tears in their eyes as you travel in these worlds beyond this world made of rice, tofu, desserts, sandwiches filled with everything, sandwiches, omelettes, udon (rice noodles), ramen (soup with soba noodles), food Vietnamese, Korean, Chinese and more? Impossible.
I know people that if you feed them with ribs and sauce rather die of hunger. Another individual in the example I always though it has forgotten the face and name, tended to divide the peas more dark to lighter ones just before eating and only one of two types.
When I went to Paris with friends from the gym I remember that were disgusted with the French cuisine with all its flourishes and strange colors. The contempt too, but certainly not because it is bad but because it is little (if we talk about Couisine novels, which appears to have gained the upper hand). In terms of taste and presentation that I can not file the plate with his tongue.
But my friends do not eat anything, not even tasted the foie Grais or other delicacies brown bubbles in the category that all produce.
I wonder how they could survive in Japan, where what you eat is much more alien.
Yesterday in a restaurant typically quite expensive and also a friend of Kanako asks me if I've ever eaten liver. The answer: "Yes, in Italy you eat and I like a lot even though Spain is better."
"Raw?" Asks me quiet.
"Yes, very good among other things," he says, recalling fondly the delicious delicacies savored a few days before.
"Fish?" He asks quietly.
"Oh no, no fish," I say quiet, hoping that no one notices from my expression that I had no idea that fish had livers. Clearly
leave me the burden of the liver taste of raw fish and I do it willingly delicious. Then we
switched to a common plate of sashimi here: several slices of raw fish, tuna, salmon, mackerel, etc., I think it's better than that spans various cooked (and then there are no bones!).
I tasted sea urchin eggs (raw of course), oysters (but those we are eaten raw) and other delicacies cooked and raw that many of my friends and acquaintances would turn up a lot of his nose.
Well I say to those who have read with disgust the few foods that I described above:
"knowing how to feel, taste and appreciate things for us so different is a gift and who does not have it will never understand how beautiful eat. "
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