a The Transit Lounge: Signs of the Time

Back in the Day: I had a quarter life crisis, headed to Osaka, Japan for the unknown–only to discover that a passport plane ride are not necessarily a ticket to escape. Some Years Later: Settled back in Oz, the man of my dreams ended up in Tokyo for work–which is how a passport and plane ride showed me home is where the heart is. And Now: Well as luck would have it, we are about to embark on Japan Mark 3, with a baby in tow and another on the way...

Thursday, July 15

Signs of the Time

This sign appeared in the lobby of my old apartment in Osaka.


Now the content is absolutely fine. It's in Japanese. Which is the problem. When this pic was taken, the building had more foreigners than Japanese in there, and a Canadian guy was employed for a while (to manage all of us unruly gaijin). But then they building owners would place all sorts of signs up - in Japanese - and would crack the sads big time when the gaijin didn't adhere to what was written. The worst was when they would dish out fines for it. It was like living in Western Halls at JCU!

I remember 805 getting blamed for this party one time - and the owners tried to fine us. The only problem was, none of us were home at the time. We were all overseas. When we were all finally back, we were told we'd have to pay penalties. The owners were adamant it was us...because the Japanese neighbours told them it was.

Then there was the time my flatmate got his BB Gun...now when I think back, I would have tried to fine us at any opportunity too.


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