<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069045854153111246</id><updated>2012-01-28T00:51:18.963+01:00</updated><category term='Movie Review'/><category term='Travel Sketch'/><category term='Photo'/><category term='Book Review'/><category term='Youtube'/><category term='Small Things in Budapest'/><category term='Short Notice'/><title type='text'>Yoshibee</title><subtitle type='html'>Japán diák Magyarországon</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Yoshibee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SC__AvOhvQI/AAAAAAAAF1I/02IzcROjF8k/S220/IMG_0039.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>110</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069045854153111246.post-4896204097937791330</id><published>2010-06-10T15:54:00.011+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T17:55:54.352+02:00</updated><title type='text'>World Cup 2010 Prediction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/TBEKz-ojfNI/AAAAAAAAfhA/HaEVQr28Sug/s1600/2885923160_e6c9c0dae6.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 339px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/TBEKz-ojfNI/AAAAAAAAfhA/HaEVQr28Sug/s400/2885923160_e6c9c0dae6.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481174109589306578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First post since February is about the world cup kicks off in less than 24 hours. You getting ready to wave your flag? Surely? Take some tunes from &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=apeVbw02nzc"&gt;K'naan&lt;/a&gt;, and set your mind off in South Africa. Here's the predictions of the qualification league and upcoming tournament. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countries to pass: (A)Mexico, France(B)Argentina, Korea(C)USA, England(D)Serbia, Germany(E)Netherlands, Japan(F)Italy, Slovakia(G)Brazil, Portugal(H)Spain, Chile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First round: (Mexico-Korea, Mexico), (Argentina-France, Argentina), (USA-Germany, USA), (England-Serbia, Serbia), (Netherlands-Slovakia, Netherlands), (Japan-Italy, Italy), (Brazil-Chile, Brazil), (Portugal-Spain, Spain)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quarterfinals: (Mexico-Argentina, Mexico), (USA-Serbia, Serbia), (Netherlands-Italy, Netherlands), (Brazil-Spain, Spain)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semi finals: (Mexico-Serbia, Mexico), (Netherlands-Spain, Spain)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd Place match: (Serbia-Netherlands,Netherlands)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final: (Mexico-Spain, Spain)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/TBDvNj30tSI/AAAAAAAAfgk/k3pktmDAjNA/s1600/%E3%82%B9%E3%82%AF%E3%83%AA%E3%83%BC%E3%83%B3%E3%82%B7%E3%83%A7%E3%83%83%E3%83%88%EF%BC%882010-06-10+22.45.41%EF%BC%89.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/TBDvNj30tSI/AAAAAAAAfgk/k3pktmDAjNA/s400/%E3%82%B9%E3%82%AF%E3%83%AA%E3%83%BC%E3%83%B3%E3%82%B7%E3%83%A7%E3%83%83%E3%83%88%EF%BC%882010-06-10+22.45.41%EF%BC%89.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481143762756613410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So Spain wins, no doubt. Breathtaking pass work and super quick offense are to be combined by well-organized talents.&lt;br /&gt;Not so many people does, but i do care the chances for Serbia and Mexico. Both countries are well prepared and at very good condition through the recent friendship matches. Especially Serbia, though defeated by New Zealand, constantly shows its aggressively. Those two are big threats for AAA countries such as England or Argentina,  and there are plenty of rooms to hop up on the semifinals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to see Japan would amaze the world by tripping to first round, however, most likely rivals in Group E would not let it done. Even Japan somehow managed it, it is almost sure that Italy would be the one to fight against. So our big applause goes to the national team if either Japan would pass the qualification or show its split to astonish the world. I am counting on great performance of young generations such as Morimoto, Honda, Nagatomo and Hasebe. Amaze me Japan!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4069045854153111246-4896204097937791330?l=yoshibee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/feeds/4896204097937791330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4069045854153111246&amp;postID=4896204097937791330' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/4896204097937791330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/4896204097937791330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/2010/06/world-cup-2010-prediction.html' title='World Cup 2010 Prediction'/><author><name>Yoshibee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SC__AvOhvQI/AAAAAAAAF1I/02IzcROjF8k/S220/IMG_0039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/TBEKz-ojfNI/AAAAAAAAfhA/HaEVQr28Sug/s72-c/2885923160_e6c9c0dae6.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069045854153111246.post-2756611024154009437</id><published>2010-02-23T07:34:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T08:06:20.632+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youtube'/><title type='text'>Waving Flag, official song of 2010 world cup</title><content type='html'>One of othe most impressive song ever in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iC8V8S_REhk&amp;hl=ja_JP&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iC8V8S_REhk&amp;hl=ja_JP&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of my friends in the refugee camp used to listen to this song. I was totally impressed with its catchy reggaesh melody and K'naan's honest lyrics. New version of this was selected as the official song for the 2010 world cup tournament in South Africa. Hope many people reach to this original one, and check his other works as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/K'naan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4069045854153111246-2756611024154009437?l=yoshibee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/feeds/2756611024154009437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4069045854153111246&amp;postID=2756611024154009437' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/2756611024154009437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/2756611024154009437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/2010/02/waving-flag-official-song-of-2010-world.html' title='Waving Flag, official song of 2010 world cup'/><author><name>Yoshibee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SC__AvOhvQI/AAAAAAAAF1I/02IzcROjF8k/S220/IMG_0039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069045854153111246.post-5624182820019594402</id><published>2010-01-10T20:20:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T20:41:05.780+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel Sketch'/><title type='text'>Balkan Journey Photos</title><content type='html'>999 Pictures from 16 days travel in Balkan countries (16th of Dec- 1st of Jan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.co.jp/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="400" height="267" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.co.jp&amp;captions=1&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;feat=flashalbum&amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.co.jp%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Ftoshiakiseko%2Falbumid%2F5423920075419301233%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26hl%3Den_GB" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See in wide screen, &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.jp/toshiakiseko/100104#"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4069045854153111246-5624182820019594402?l=yoshibee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/feeds/5624182820019594402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4069045854153111246&amp;postID=5624182820019594402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/5624182820019594402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/5624182820019594402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/2010/01/balkan-journey-photos.html' title='Balkan Journey Photos'/><author><name>Yoshibee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SC__AvOhvQI/AAAAAAAAF1I/02IzcROjF8k/S220/IMG_0039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069045854153111246.post-7016805543739482881</id><published>2009-10-22T00:36:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T00:44:58.482+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Small Things in Budapest'/><title type='text'>Budaepst, very nice promotion video</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine gave me a link to very high qualitied Youtube Video regarding the capital of Hungary, Budapest. Besides very beautiful city sides, you can also see some material invented by Hungarians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e0wkokaybWA&amp;hl=ja&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e0wkokaybWA&amp;hl=ja&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy in wide screen :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4069045854153111246-7016805543739482881?l=yoshibee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/feeds/7016805543739482881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4069045854153111246&amp;postID=7016805543739482881' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/7016805543739482881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/7016805543739482881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/2009/10/budaepst-very-nice-promotion-video.html' title='Budaepst, very nice promotion video'/><author><name>Yoshibee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' 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/&gt;外国で暮らしていると、こういうことをよく言われる。「日本人はすごいな。トヨタ、ホンダ、カワサキ、ニッサン。みんな日本の会社だもんな」「日本人はよく働くし、頭がいいよな」。ただしさいきんは、そう言われても複雑な思いを抱いてしまう。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;外国の人から、日本の自動車メーカーの悪口は聞いたことがない。とくに経営を勉強している大学生なんかは、「カイゼン」という日本語まで知っている。トヨタ流の「カイゼン」は、世界ナンバーワンの自動車メーカーとして成功したモデルケースとして、世界中で学ばれている。トヨタ式のノウハウを紹介したビジネス本は本屋にあふれており、英訳版も多く出版されている。まさに日本を代表する優良企業としての地位を確固たるものにしている。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;しかしそうした机上の理論だけを学んでも、じっさいに働く工員たちの声は届かない。トヨタ流の「カイゼン」は、工場ではたらく人間ひとりひとりにとってどのような意味を持つのか。それを明らかにしたのが『自動車絶望工場』だ。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;高度経済成長期にあたる1970年初頭。筆者は季節工員として、約半年の契約でトヨタの愛知本社工場で勤めながら、工員たちの声を日記に書き取っていく。工員たちにとって「カイゼン」が意味するものは、毎日12時間の単調作業、トイレ休憩も取れないほどの過酷なノルマ、そしてすぐそばで起きる重大事故と過労による精神衰弱の恐怖だった。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;いうまでもなく、当時も今も、トヨタはメディア的にも政治的にも圧倒的な力を持っており、工員たちの声が表に出ることはない。もちろん本書においてはトヨタはひとつの取材対象でしかない。当時と違うのは、現在は日本メーカーの海外進出がずっと進んでおり、工場で働く人たちの顔が利用者の側から見えにくくなっていることだ。メディアで報道されることはないが、日本は「労災」まで輸出していないだろうか。苦しい立場にある人々の声をくみ取る人はいないのだろうか。作品自体はかなり前に書かれたレポートではあるが、いまだからこそ読み、考える価値のある作品だと思う。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;井筒俊彦　『イスラーム文化』&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?lt1=_blank&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;IS2=1&amp;npa=1&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;fc1=000000&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;m=amazon&amp;f=ifr&amp;asins=400331851X" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;イスラーム文化について知りたいとおもったらまず、といわれる名著。60×3回分の講義スタイルで、難しい概念をわかりやすく理解できるようになっている。もはや日本人にとっても無視できなくなったイスラムの存在。そのおおまかな骨子を感じられる一冊だと思う。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;きょう（9月20日）で一応ラマダンが終わる。先日ソマリア人たちといっしょにモスクに行った。外からお祈りを見るだけのつもりだったが、みんなはおれにも中に入れと言う。ひとりがウラマーの人に「こいつは日本人で、実は仏教徒なんだけど、入れてあげてくれるか？」と聞くと、「カム！カム！ノープロブレム」という威勢のいい返事がきたのでおどろいた。そばにいた人も「トゥモロー・ユーアー・ムスリム」と叫んでいた。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;さすがにお祈りはしないつもりだったが、帰るタイミングを逃してしまい、けっきょくいっしょにやることになった。「アッラー・アクバル（神は偉大なり）」と唱え、メッカに向かって何度も祈る。みんなはコーランを暗唱しているが、もちろんわからないので、とにかくじゃまにならないようにだけ気をつけた。そのあとメシももらう。骨付きの牛肉のブロックをそのまま揚げたものと、ジャガイモ、ライス、サラダとけっこう豪華。アジア系のスパイスが効いた味が懐かしかった。断食明けの信者たちは、みんな一心不乱に食べていた。200人くらいいる。ソマリア人、アフガニスタン人、バングラデシュ人、エジプト人、チュニジア人、サウジアラビア人、イラン人、トルコ人、そしてイスラム教徒のハンガリー人もたくさんいる。みんなうまそうに食っている。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;お祈りが終わって外に出ると、アフガニスタン人で元難民のカイードが、「イスラムの考えでは、イスラム教徒はみんな兄弟と言うことになってるんだ」と言ってきた。おなじ空間で、おなじメシを食って、祈りをささげてみると、ほんとうにそうだと思った。国籍よりも大事なつながりがイスラムにはあると感じた。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;松本仁一　『カラシニコフⅠ』&lt;br /&gt;松本仁一　『カラシニコフⅡ』&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?lt1=_blank&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;IS2=1&amp;npa=1&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;fc1=000000&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;m=amazon&amp;f=ifr&amp;asins=4022615745" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?lt1=_blank&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;IS2=1&amp;npa=1&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;fc1=000000&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;m=amazon&amp;f=ifr&amp;asins=4022615753" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;殺傷能力の高さとメンテナンスが容易であることから、プロの兵士ではない人間にも戦闘への参加を可能にした、AK47（アフタマート・カラシニコフ）と呼ばれるマシンガンがある。子供や女性にも扱えるように設計されており、いまや世界中の戦闘地域で使用されている。本書はAK47を使う人間、売る人間、作る人間、直す人間、銃器ビジネスで利ざやをあげる人間、そしてAKを取り締まり、治安の回復を図る人間へのインタビューの記録。取材フィールドはシエラレオネ、ソマリア、チャド、ザイール、南アフリカ、コロンビア、アフガニスタン、イラク。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;本書では「失敗国家」という言葉が多く出てくる。国民に最低限の治安を提供できず、政治・経済活動の土台すら築けない国家のことを指す。そうした最悪の治安状況にある国には、ソ連、アメリカ、中国、北朝鮮などから、大量の銃が流れ込むことになる。一方「失敗国家」は、麻薬・ダイヤモンド・コーヒーやカカオなどの単一作物といった、先進国向けの商品をは対価として銃を買うことになる。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;アフリカの国境のほとんどは、ヨーロッパの旧宗主国が無機的に決めたものだ。民族関係や古来の社会構造のあり方などは無視されている。そうした困難を抱えたまま、「国家」を形成することがいかに難しいか。国家は国民の安全を守って当たり前という感覚でいる日本人だからこそ、考えてみる価値があると思う。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;難民キャンプで、フセインというソマリア人通訳と知り合った。「サダムじゃないよ」なんて言う、話しやすいおじさん。現在40歳。ハンガリー人と結婚し、4人の子供がいる。20歳のころソマリアからヨーロッパに渡り難民となる。8年間ブルガリアで暮らし、3年間セルビアで暮らし、いまハンガリーで暮らして10年目になるという。ソマリア語しかできない難民のために、たまにキャンプにやってきて通訳をしている。20年間いちどもソマリアに帰っていない。きれいなハンガリー語の発音で、「Haború nem jó（戦争はよくないな）」と、ぼそっという。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;「キャンプにいるソマリア人はみんなトラウマを抱えている。親が殺された。子供が殺された。レイプされた。家がなくなった。戦争はよくない。本当にばかなことだ」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;松本仁一　『アフリカを食べる/アフリカで寝る』&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?lt1=_blank&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;IS2=1&amp;npa=1&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;fc1=000000&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;m=amazon&amp;f=ifr&amp;asins=4022616032" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;アフリカについてマイナスイメージが先行しがちなのは、メディアからの情報が紛争・飢餓という問題に集中していしまうせいだろうが、もちろんアフリカにも自分たちと同じようなふつうの人々の営みがあるわけで、それをあますとこなく紹介したのがこの本。食べて、寝るという、当たり前の生活を切り口にして、現地の「ふつうの営み」を体験的にレポートしている。面白いのは、なぜそれが「ふつう」とされるのかまで踏み込んで考察しているところだ。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;たとえばガボンという国ではミドリザルというサルをたべる部族がある。ジンバブエのある部族ではカメムシを食べる。なぜかというとそういった地域は内陸で、旱魃（かんばつ）に襲われる地域であったり、ヤギや牛などの動物タンパクが手に入りにくい地域であったりするため、ミドリザルやカメムシは貴重なタンパク源として重宝されているからだ。日本で言えば、海から遠い長野県の人たちが、馬肉、ハチの子、イナゴ、カイコのサナギなどを食べる文化を形成したのと同じだ。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;そこに住む人にとってはサルやイナゴやカメムシを食べるのが「ふつう」であるのだから、牛や豚や魚が簡単に手に入る地域の人がそれを「ゲテモノ」だの「野蛮」だのと言うことは間違っている。そういうものを食べるにはそれなりの理由がある。日本人は、浜に打ち上げられたクジラやイルカを、畏怖の気持ちを持って食べてきた。タコもウニもナマコも食べてきた。それを外国人からどうこう言われると気分が悪い。それと同じ理屈だと思う。正直、サルはあんまり食べたくないが、だからといってべつに彼らの「ふつう」を批判していいというわけじゃない。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;もちろんこのほかにもアフリカ人の「ふつうの暮らし」が覗ける一冊。そのなかには、ふつうに暮らしていくことの困難さやアフリカならではの問題も垣間見えるのだが、全体的にはかるく読める。戦争・飢餓という側面以外のアフリカを感じたい人には、すごくお勧めできる一冊。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;山岸俊男　『日本の「安心」はなぜ、消えたのか』&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?lt1=_blank&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;IS2=1&amp;npa=1&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;fc1=000000&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;m=amazon&amp;f=ifr&amp;asins=4797671726" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;日本で学んだ大事なことが、外国では役に立たないどころか、逆に短所になってしまうと思えることがよくある。その一番わかりやすい例が人間関係だと思う。日本人と接するときは、とにかく失礼のないように気遣いをして、本音をずけずけ言わないことが大事。外国人と接するときは、できるだけ相手を信頼するよう努め、また相手からも信頼されるように積極的に自分を出すことが大事だと筆者は言う。自分もそう思う。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;どうしてこれだけ大きな違いが生まれたのか、その理由と、そしてこうした違いからわかる、いまの日本社会における人間関係の心理構造についても考察がなされている。たとえば「空気を読む」という行動ひとつをとっても、客観的に考えられる。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;星野博美　『謝々！チャイニーズ』&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?lt1=_blank&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;IS2=1&amp;npa=1&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;fc1=000000&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;m=amazon&amp;f=ifr&amp;asins=4167679426" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当時27、8歳だった著者が、中国南東部、海岸沿いの田舎町を転々と旅した記録。93年から94年にかけて、規制緩和が進み、いまの中国の経済成長の勢いにエンジンがかかり始めた頃、一般の中国の人たちはどんなことを想い、どんな生活をしていたのか。旅で出会った人々を通じて、書き留めていった旅行記。事実から大衆心理を読み解くことのできる貴重な記録だと思う。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;作者は出会った中国人を「生きる天才」と呼んでいる。「生き方」ばかり迷っている日本人にはない、「生きる力」を学ぶことができたと、旅を振り返る。まっすぐに中国人と付き合って、大切なものをたくさん吸収した筆者がうらやましく思えた。自分もそんな旅や出会いをしてみたい。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;井上譲二　『プロレス「暗黒」の10年』&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?lt1=_blank&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;IS2=1&amp;npa=1&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;fc1=000000&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;m=amazon&amp;f=ifr&amp;asins=4796661166" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;個人的にはあまりプロレスに興味はないし、教室で「プロレスごっこ」をやっていたような世代の人間でもない。しかし特に年上の人の間には、熱狂的ファンだった人も多い。それがなぜ今や人気が凋落してしまったのか、それを検証しているのがこの本。「団体の拡散」「暴露本」「格闘技ブーム到来」などについて詳しくかかれている。プロレスについてある程度知っていないと内容はわからないかもしれない。プロレスの「リング外」でのゴシップについて知りたい人なら楽しめると思う。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;魚住昭　『官僚とメディア』&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?lt1=_blank&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;IS2=1&amp;npa=1&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;fc1=000000&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;m=amazon&amp;f=ifr&amp;asins=4047100897" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;国家権力・大企業の広告とメディアの癒着を描いていている。国民ひとりひとりがメディアにできること・できないことを自覚し、健全なメディアを選択していくことができれば、現状も変わるのだろうか。ジャーナリズムの正義はどこにいってしまったのだろうか。&lt;br /&gt;民主党は政権を取れば記者クラブを解散すると言っていたが、その公約は守られなかったようだ。無論こうした公約違反は大手メディアでは取り上げられないから、ふだん新聞やテレビでニュースを見ている人には伝わらない。インターネットを使って、ジャーナリズムに公平さをもたらすことはできるだろうか。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;さいきん気になる上杉隆さんというジャーナリストが出ている朝日ニューススターのYoutubeを張っておきます。&lt;br /&gt;民主党が記者クラブ開放公約を反故に？！(ダイジェスト)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3giK2W7Ivbo&amp;hl=ja&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3giK2W7Ivbo&amp;hl=ja&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;沢木耕太郎　『彼らの流儀』&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?lt1=_blank&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;IS2=1&amp;npa=1&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;fc1=000000&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;m=amazon&amp;f=ifr&amp;asins=4101235120" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;いろんな人生、いろんな生きかたに触れられる一冊。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4069045854153111246-8611593345389636983?l=yoshibee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/feeds/8611593345389636983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4069045854153111246&amp;postID=8611593345389636983' title='233 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/8611593345389636983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/8611593345389636983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/2009/09/20.html' title='さいきん読んだ本20'/><author><name>Yoshibee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SC__AvOhvQI/AAAAAAAAF1I/02IzcROjF8k/S220/IMG_0039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>233</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069045854153111246.post-3871929047971951887</id><published>2009-09-14T07:19:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T07:20:40.818+02:00</updated><title type='text'>別ブログにて。。。</title><content type='html'>こんにちは。 &lt;br /&gt;いつも読んでくれてる人ありがとうございます。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;難民キャンプについての日記をmixiからブログに移すことにしました。 &lt;br /&gt;写真とかもUPしていきます。 また読みに来てもらえればうれしいです。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://nanmin-hungary.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ではまた。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4069045854153111246-3871929047971951887?l=yoshibee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/feeds/3871929047971951887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4069045854153111246&amp;postID=3871929047971951887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/3871929047971951887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/3871929047971951887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='別ブログにて。。。'/><author><name>Yoshibee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SC__AvOhvQI/AAAAAAAAF1I/02IzcROjF8k/S220/IMG_0039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069045854153111246.post-7672176145921032773</id><published>2009-07-31T15:56:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T09:00:26.740+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short Notice'/><title type='text'>ミクシィ日記をはじめます　難民キャンプでの生活について</title><content type='html'>ブダペスト郊外にある、難民キャンプでのボランティアをすることになりました。給料はでませんが、部屋と食事はもらえるので、なんとか生きていくつもりです。キャンプでは、ソーシャルワーカーの手伝いをするということ以外決まっていません。正直、仕事がなく困ってしまうのではないかという気がすごくしているのですが、貴重な経験だと思うので、じぶんなりにいろいろとやってみようと思います。期間は来月から1月末までの半年間です。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;というわけで表題の件ですが、キャンプでの生活をミクシィの日記で書いていきたいと思います。難民の方のプライバシーの問題があるので、ミクシィとはいえ、名前やこみ入った内容は書けませんし、写真もアップできません。なので、きっと多くの人にとってはおもしろくないものになるとおもいますが、興味がある人だけにでも見てもらって、楽しんでもらえたらいいなあと思います。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;というわけで、どんな風になるかまったくわかりませんが、来週からつづっていきたいと思います。もしミクシィの日記に興味があるという変わった方がいましたら連絡ください。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4069045854153111246-7672176145921032773?l=yoshibee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/feeds/7672176145921032773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4069045854153111246&amp;postID=7672176145921032773' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/7672176145921032773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/7672176145921032773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='ミクシィ日記をはじめます　難民キャンプでの生活について'/><author><name>Yoshibee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SC__AvOhvQI/AAAAAAAAF1I/02IzcROjF8k/S220/IMG_0039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069045854153111246.post-8490895114326041837</id><published>2009-07-11T19:50:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T20:27:13.817+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youtube'/><title type='text'>3 creative videos</title><content type='html'>Here i drop 3 creative Youtube videos, which cheered me up this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;日々の音色PV（Hibi no neiro）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WfBlUQguvyw&amp;hl=ja&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WfBlUQguvyw&amp;hl=ja&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post-it stop motion &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BpWM0FNPZSs&amp;hl=ja&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BpWM0FNPZSs&amp;hl=ja&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sand Animation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6DRqnYjKKFE&amp;hl=ja&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6DRqnYjKKFE&amp;hl=ja&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4069045854153111246-8490895114326041837?l=yoshibee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/feeds/8490895114326041837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4069045854153111246&amp;postID=8490895114326041837' title='50 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/8490895114326041837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/8490895114326041837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/2009/07/3-creative-videos.html' title='3 creative videos'/><author><name>Yoshibee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SC__AvOhvQI/AAAAAAAAF1I/02IzcROjF8k/S220/IMG_0039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>50</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069045854153111246.post-3176791688388943664</id><published>2009-07-05T21:53:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T22:02:12.999+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><title type='text'>さいきん読んだ本19</title><content type='html'>東野真　『緒方貞子―難民支援の現場から』&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=4087201996&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr&amp;npa=1" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;田沼武能　『難民キャンプの子どもたち』&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=4004309468&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr&amp;npa=1" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ハンガリーを含むEU諸国には、とくにアフリカや中東を中心とする紛争地域から非難してきた難民の受け皿となるキャンプが設置されている。ギリシャを除けばEU最南端国となるハンガリーには、アフガニスタン、イラク、ソマリア、パレスチナなどから来た難民が多く保護され、ハンガリー社会での復帰を念頭に置いた支援活動がなされている。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;前書は国連難民高等弁務官、アフガニスタン復興日本政府代表、JICA理事長などを務めた緒方貞子氏の生涯を振り返り、さらにインタビュー取材を通して現行の難民問題について緒方氏に迫ったもの。後書には、写真家である田沼武能氏が世界各国の難民キャンプで取材した子どもたちの様子が、数多くの写真資料とともに収められている。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;子どもは、生まれてくる場所や親を選ぶことができない。その意味で、大人の引き起こした戦争などの被害によって被害を受ける第一の犠牲者といえる。子どもの写真を見ていると、やはりその不条理さに愕然とする。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;石井光太　『物乞う仏陀』&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=4167717913&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr&amp;npa=1" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_27.html"&gt;『神の棄てた裸体―イスラームの夜を歩く』&lt;/a&gt;の著者である石井氏のデビュー作。アジアを歩き、とくにストリートチルドレン、障害者、最貧民とよばれる人たちへのインタビュー録。女を買う物乞いもいるし、少ない持ち金を持ち寄って相互に助け合う物乞いもいる。ひとりひとり、個人の心情を書き取っているところがすばらしいと思う。「物乞い」としてイメージする固定観念を打ち払ってくれる。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;山本敏晴　『国際協力師になるために』&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=4560031630&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr&amp;npa=1" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;国際協力にかかわるすべての職業を国際協力師と呼び、そのために必要ないろいろな手順をかなり実践的なレベルで解説している。将来、国際協力系の仕事に就きたいと考えている人には、卒業後の進路を考える上でとても役に立つと思う。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;村井吉敬　『エビと日本人Ⅱ』&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=400431108X&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr&amp;npa=1" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;エビという身近な食品のサプライチェーンを辿ることで、生産者と消費者の関係の不自然さを明らかにしている。&lt;a href="http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/2009/05/18.html"&gt;『エビと日本人』&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/2008/10/11.html"&gt;『バナナと日本人』&lt;/a&gt;の延長線上に書き上げられた作品。2007年出版。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;筆者は巻末にて、消費者側の根本的な価値観の転換なくして、生産者と消費者の「顔の見える関係」は築けないと主張する。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;複雑に肥大したグローバルな市場において、双方にとって健全な経済活動を営むことには限界があるように感じられる。「顔の見える関係」を築くことが、物質的な豊かさ以上に大切なことなのだとしたら、（程度の問題は別にしても）地産池消・フェアトレードに代表されるような形で、資本主義だけのつながりだけではない関係を、生産者と消費者は切り結ぶべきであり、そのためにはとくに若年層にむけた教育・PRがいっそう必要であると感じた。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;野村進　『コリアン世界の旅』&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=4062563193&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr&amp;nou=1" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在日朝鮮・韓国人の議論は、「タブー」「腫れ物」として捉えるか、あるいは「解決されるべき問題」として捉えるかのふたつに分かれるとされるが、筆者はどちらの見地も日本人・在日コリアン双方にとって有益でないとする。そこで在日コリアンの日常に注目し、彼らの声を淡々とつづる。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;パチンコ、焼肉、ボクサー、朝鮮学校、Jリーガー、歌手、阪神大震災などの国内の多数の切り口に加えて、ベトナム、アメリカ、韓国、済州島に住まうコリアンにも取材をおこなった。国際社会のなかに在日コリアンを位置づけ、客観視することに成功している。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;「文化の衝突するところにこそ、新たな創造のチャンスが生まれる」というのは、誰の言葉だったか。在日コリアンとして生きたからこそ生まれた、聡明な思想というものが、作家の高史明（コ・サミヨン）の言葉で綴られている。引用はしないが、この言葉から日本人が学べることは、（在日コリアンの議論に限らず）とても多い。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;特にインターネット上で無神経な発言が目立つ昨今だけに、本書のように誰にでも読め、インタビューの質も高い作品は、多くの日本人に読まれてほしいと感じた。最高に面白かった。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;宮本常一　『宮本常一、アフリカとアジアを歩く』&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=4006030320&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr&amp;npa=1" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;宮本常一は柳田國男とならぶ日本民俗学の祖と言われる。日本各地を誰よりも取材した宮本のモットーに、「あるくみるきく」というものがある。実際にあるき、自分の目で見、話を訊き、まなぶという姿勢だ。旅からさまざまなことを学び取るという姿勢である。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;本書は、筆者の晩年に海外取材をおこなった珍しい紀行文。本書では、「あるくみるきく」のスタイルが海外でも通用することを証明している。アフリカを身近で、日本人とも関わりやすい地域として描いている。台湾・韓国・中国と日本の重厚な歴史的共通点について書いている。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;バスや飛行機においてさえも、宮本は必ず窓から景色を凝視し、風景の背後にあるものを読み取る。そうして、本では身につかない生きた知識を獲得していく。自分もさいきん、けっこう旅をするようになった。いったい自分は旅からどれほど学べているだろうか。考えさせられる。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;水谷驍　『ジプシー　歴史・社会・文化』&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=4582853277&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr&amp;npa=1" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ジプシー研究は欧米においても誤解が多い。本書はジプシーと呼ばれる人々の歴史、文化、暮らしぶりなどについて、限りなく正確に理解することができる入門書。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;多くの人が抱くジプシーのイメージとしては、インドに起源を持ち、浅黒い肌、黒い瞳、黒髪を後ろにくくり、みすぼらしい格好をして、特有の言語を使い、放浪の旅を続けるというものだろう。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;そのイメージは、ジプシーをひとつの民族として捉えること、そして（すべてではないが多くの）ジプシーが話すロマニ語が、インド系言語であるサンスクリット語に起源を持つということに裏打ちされる。身体的特徴を含んだ民族学的見地と言語学的見地のみによって成り立ったイメージでありながら、長くにわたって主流とされた考えであった。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;筆者は、歴史・社会・民俗学的見地に基づき、ジプシーとよばれる人たちを次のように定義する。「国家の形成と資本主義社会の成立の課程で、主流となる社会の構成員から迫害を受ける形で発生した人びと」と。ジプシーと呼ばれる人びとは、日本と中国以外であれば世界中どこにでも住まうと言う人もいるが、今日、同じジプシーといわれる人びとであっても、それぞれの社会においてまったく異なる独自の習慣・文化・歴史・言語が存在していることを明らかにする。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;世界中のジプシーを一緒くたに扱うことの不毛さを批判し、欧米・日本を問わず、ジプシー研究は決定的に立ち遅れていることを指摘する。その上で、ジプシー研究においては学際的・複合的なアプローチが必要であることを述べる。本書は読者にとって、ジプシーを誤解なく解釈するための地ならしのような効果がある。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;さらに最終章では、日本における封建体制崩壊の過程で発生した「サンカ」と呼ばれた人びとについての研究と比較検討し、日本でのサンカ研究とジプシー研究は互いに有益なものになるはずとの興味深い見地を示している。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;個人的にもハンガリーで暮らしていると、老若男女を問わず、ジプシーと呼ばれる人への差別意識が、潜在的あるいは顕在的に、個人ひとりひとりのレベルで感じられることがよくある。多様であるがゆえに一枚岩といかないジプシー側の人権団体にも確固とした組織のあり方が問われているが、それ以上にジプシーと呼ばれる人々の歴史・文化・暮らしが主流社会で誤解なく認識されていくことが、ジプシーという圧倒的にマイノリティな存在との共生へのスタートになるだろう。東欧諸国がEU入りをしてまだ5年だが、今後政府各国が示す方針にEUがどのようにコミットしていくのか、注目されたい。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4069045854153111246-3176791688388943664?l=yoshibee.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SC__AvOhvQI/AAAAAAAAF1I/02IzcROjF8k/S220/IMG_0039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069045854153111246.post-7395507220029867445</id><published>2009-06-21T00:55:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T09:05:07.628+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Small Things in Budapest'/><title type='text'>20 years of freedom</title><content type='html'>20 éve szabadság &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wvf6ebhZ_RE&amp;hl=ja&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wvf6ebhZ_RE&amp;hl=ja&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;体制転換20周年を祝う映像が、ハンガリー国営テレビCMで流れています。短いながら、海外旅行の自由化やEU加盟なども含まれています。けっこう感動的です。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4069045854153111246-7395507220029867445?l=yoshibee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/feeds/7395507220029867445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4069045854153111246&amp;postID=7395507220029867445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/7395507220029867445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/7395507220029867445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/2009/06/20-years-of-freedom.html' title='20 years of freedom'/><author><name>Yoshibee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SC__AvOhvQI/AAAAAAAAF1I/02IzcROjF8k/S220/IMG_0039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069045854153111246.post-2266090645266484445</id><published>2009-06-06T09:23:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T10:18:58.216+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel Sketch'/><title type='text'>SERBIA 4 DAYS</title><content type='html'>Here comes 306 pictures from Serbia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;セルビアに行ってきたので写真をUPします。&lt;br /&gt;気づけば300枚以上もあったので、てきとうに見てください。&lt;br /&gt;スライドをクリックしてPicasaに行けば（かなり不正確な）日本語訳も見ることができます。Google翻訳のクオリティは、まだまだですね。作っておいてなんですが、スライドショーの進行スピードがいまいちなので、やはりPicasaのほうがストレス少なく見れると思います。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.co.jp/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="600" height="400" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.co.jp&amp;captions=1&amp;noautoplay=1&amp;hl=ja&amp;feat=flashalbum&amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.co.jp%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Ftoshiakiseko%2Falbumid%2F5343770432829367953%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26hl%3Dja" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ボスニア・ヘルツェゴヴィナへの旅のように、いろんなことがあった旅でした。南のほうへ行くほど、充実した旅になるような気がします。親切で、なれなれしくて、活気のある人たちの国だとおもいました。市場にばかり行っていたからなのかもしれませんが。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;特におじさんたちと、ストイコヴィッチの話をよくしたので、Youtubeのドキュメンタリーもあわせて貼っておきます。よければ見てください。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ひとつめ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TFNcSI4VWkM&amp;hl=ja&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TFNcSI4VWkM&amp;hl=ja&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ふたつめ&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZEWcpxQG7gs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4069045854153111246-2266090645266484445?l=yoshibee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/feeds/2266090645266484445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4069045854153111246&amp;postID=2266090645266484445' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/2266090645266484445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/2266090645266484445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/2009/06/serbia-4-days.html' title='SERBIA 4 DAYS'/><author><name>Yoshibee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SC__AvOhvQI/AAAAAAAAF1I/02IzcROjF8k/S220/IMG_0039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069045854153111246.post-1824705286020028512</id><published>2009-05-27T10:32:00.014+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T22:16:15.304+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><title type='text'>『神の棄てた裸体― イスラームの夜を歩く』</title><content type='html'>石井光太　『神の棄てた裸体―イスラームの夜を歩く』&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=4103054514&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr&amp;npa=1" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;イスラームの国で、男と女はどのように裸体を絡ませあっているのだろう。&lt;br /&gt;街角のスラムにいる少女の売春婦は、何を思って体を売っているのだろうか。性同一性障害の人たちは、どうやって暮らしているのだろうか。一夫多妻が受け入れられる理由は何なのか。道端にあふれる乞食は、どこで交わっているのだろうか――。&lt;br /&gt;これから私はそうした疑問を解き明かすために、東南アジアから中東に至る地を旅しようと思う。&lt;br /&gt;イスラームの世界が、私たちの眼前に現実感をもって現れたのは、二〇〇一年の九月十一日以降のことだった。テロリズムという言葉とともに報じられたその世界は、保守的で男性中心のそれとして提示された。&lt;br /&gt;女はベールを被り、家の奥に押し込められ、親が決めた相手と顔も知らないまま結婚させられる、といわれている。奴隷のような女性と銃をもつ荒々しい男、という構図がイスラーム世界そのものだった。&lt;br /&gt;しかし、これらは固定観念に過ぎないのではないか。いつの世にも、完璧に清い世界などありえないし、すべての男女が同じ関係を築いていることなどありえない。それは日本人男性が全員「侍」ではないし、女性が全員「大和撫子」ではないのと同じことだ。&lt;br /&gt;にもかかわらず、私たちの耳や目に紋切型の情報以外、入ってくることはない。連日、イラクやアフガニスタンでの出来事が報道されているというのに、そこでは戦場における野蛮な男と不遇な女という画一的な世界しか映しだされないし、語られない。&lt;br /&gt;それはきっと、メディアがイメージだけでイスラームを見ているからなのだろう。人が一人ひとり異なる体をもち、異なる思いを抱き、異なる行動をとるものだという当たり前のことを忘れて、都合のいいように物事を解釈しているのだ。&lt;br /&gt;今回、私がイスラームの清潔な性というものを問うてみたいと思った動機は、そこにある。堂々とはびこる建前だらけの情報に対して、とにかくうんざりし、いら立っていた。その象徴がイスラームの性だったのである。＜冒頭より＞&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;筆者は中東を旅しながら、イスラームの戒律とも、"清潔な性"ともかけはなれた現実を目にすることになる。父親が娘を殺し、妻が夫を殺し、弟が兄を殺し、警官が物乞いを殺す。10歳に満たない子供たちが、誘拐され、男の子も女の子も、体を売り、暴行を受ける姿を見る。「イスラームとセックス」という、もしかしたら日本人にとってはもっとも見えづらい世界を、徹底的に現地の人びととつきあってきた作者を通して知ることができる作品だ。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;事実のみを記し、解釈は読み手にゆだねるノンフィクションの主流に沿わず、かなり主観をあらわにして書いている。傍観者にならず、作者から仕掛けるアクションとその余波を中心にすえるという点では、沢木耕太郎の『深夜特急』を思わせる。売春宿の娼婦やスラムの子供とともに暮らし、首をつっこみ、作者と彼らとの関係をえがいていく。宮本常一の『忘れられた日本人』に収録されている「土佐源氏」をオマージュにした「問わず語り」も面白かった。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;宮本常一　『忘れられた日本人』&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=400331641X&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr&amp;npa=1" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;どれも脳裏にこびりつくような描写ばかりだったが、ミャンマーの国境に位置する、バングラデシュの田舎町の話も壮絶だった。数年前に外国資本の工場ができたこの地では、ほとんどの男が働き手として取られてしまい、女ばかりとなってしまった。男なしでは、イスラームの戒律に沿った、村の伝統的な暮らしが成立しなくなってしまう。そこで、ミャンマーからの難民（ロヒンギャと呼ばれる）の男を夫として迎えるが、生活はうまくいかず、夫は都会に仕事をしに逃げてしまう。数年後、夫は娘を人買いに売るため戻ってくるが、妻は子供を守るために夫を殺してしまう。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;外国資本の工場！！日本企業は東南アジアに、網のように工場を進出させている。「現地で雇用を生む」という、美しい文句を大義にして。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;「世界」という概念をどこまで認識するかは、人によってちがう。その人の生活圏内だったり、市とか国とかいう行政単位を便宜的に利用する人もいるだろう。ただし先進国において、ベトナムの工員がつくったポロシャツを着て、インドの漁民がつくったエビをスーパーで買って、9歳の少女がガーナのカカオプランテーションで収穫したチョコレートを食べているということが、田舎と都会にかかわらずどこにも現実としてあるならば、どうして彼らを無視することができるだろうか。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;自分たちの暮らしが、途上国で貧困にあえいでいたり、体を売ったり、殺したり殺されたり、誘拐したりされたりしなければならない人たちと無縁ではないことを、彼らの暮らしをつぶさに知っていくことで、意識すべき時代にいるのだと思う。自分の暮らしも、イスラームの売春宿で働かなければならない人たちと、とても見えづらいが、しかし悲しいことに無関係ではないことを、つながった「世界」に生きているということを、この本を読んでつよく感じた。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;目次&lt;br /&gt;第１章　街娼たちの渇愛―インドネシア／パキスタン（夜会；婆；兄弟の秘め事；禁じられた舞踊）&lt;br /&gt;第２章　異境を流れる者―ヨルダン／レバノン／マレーシア（月の谷の女；死海の占い師；堕天使）&lt;br /&gt;第３章　家族の揺らぎ―バングラデシュ／イラン／ミャンマー（人さらい；砂漠の花嫁；問わず語り）&lt;br /&gt;第４章　掟と死―パキスタン／アフガニスタン／インド（銃声の子；花の都の裏切り者；切除；水の祈り）&lt;br /&gt;第５章　路上の絆―バングラデシュ（浮浪児の渇き；幼い乳）&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4069045854153111246-1824705286020028512?l=yoshibee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/feeds/1824705286020028512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4069045854153111246&amp;postID=1824705286020028512' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/1824705286020028512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/1824705286020028512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_27.html' title='『神の棄てた裸体― イスラームの夜を歩く』'/><author><name>Yoshibee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SC__AvOhvQI/AAAAAAAAF1I/02IzcROjF8k/S220/IMG_0039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069045854153111246.post-3982619571697988414</id><published>2009-05-26T15:07:00.013+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T16:41:52.453+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><title type='text'>『もの食う人びと』</title><content type='html'>辺見庸　『もの食う人びと』&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=4043417012&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr&amp;npa=1" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;人びとはいま、どこで、なにを、どんな顔をして食っているのか。あるいは、どれほど食えないのか。ひもじさをどうしのぎ、耐えているのだろうか。日々ものを食べるという当たり前を、果たして人はどう意識しているのか、いないのか。食べる営みをめぐり、世界にどんな変化が兆しているのか。うちつづく地域紛争は、食べるという行為をどう押しつぶしているか……それらに触れるために、私はこれから長旅に出ようと思う。&lt;br /&gt;はっきりとした旅程はない。これといった決心もない。ただ一つだけ、私は自分に課した。噛み、しゃぶる音をたぐり、もの食う風景に分け入って、人びとと同じものを、できるだけいっしょに食べ、かつ飲むこと。&lt;br /&gt;不安である。意義もわからない。愚かかもしれない。&lt;br /&gt;でも、そうしてみたい。なぜだろう。&lt;br /&gt;私は、私の舌と胃袋のありようが気にくわなくなったのだ。長年の飽食に慣れ、わがまま放題で、忘れっぽく、気力に欠け、万事に無感動気味の、だらりぶら下がった、舌と胃袋。だから、こいつらを異境に運び、ぎりぎりといじめてみたくなったのだ。この奇妙な旅の、それが動機といえば動機だ。贅沢にたるみ、麻痺した舌と胃袋だから、どうなるか見当がつかない。怖がって縮みあがるだけかもしれない。しかし忘れかけている味を思い出させたいのだ。怒りの味、憎しみの味、悲しみの味を。＜冒頭より＞&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;本書は「グルメ本」「ゲテモノ料理」という類のものではない。世界中で、人びとは、どのようにものを食っているのか。ひたすら「食う人びと」だけを追いつづけた、旅の記録だ。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;短編30本。取材対象は広い。コソヴォの修道院、チェルノブイリの汚染地域、バングラデシュの残飯市場…。ソマリアで死を待つ少女、ウガンダのAIDS患者、元従軍慰安婦、ドイツの囚人、ポーランドの元首相、アフリカの王様、幾多もの少数民族…。逸見氏が歩いて、見て、聞いて、嗅いで、味わった記録が、落ちついた筆致で書かれている。大げさな「批判」も「説教」もない。読むと、食う人と、そのまわりの景色が浮かぶ。事実の解釈は、すべて読み手にゆだねられる。体当たりで、何度も銃弾をかいくぐった、命がけの取材。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;筆者の渇望は、自分の目でものを見て、歩き、感じる、考えることを徹底したいということのみにある。一見シンプルに思えるこのことが、しかしながら、いかにむずかしいかということも、この本は教えてくれる。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;身体も思考も大衆化されやすい時代に生きている。食が自分をとおるとき、ウンコだけ出していればいいのか。情報が自分をとおるとき、どんな言葉を発するべきか。さまざまな困難を抱えながら、それでも食い続ける人たちがなまなましくあぶりだされた本書を置いたとき、生き方を問われていると感じた。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;目次&lt;br /&gt;旅立つ前に&lt;br /&gt;Ⅰ&lt;br /&gt;残飯を食らう/食いものの恨み/ピナトゥボの失われた味/人魚を食う/ミンダナオ島の食の悲劇 &lt;br /&gt;食と想像力/胃袋の連帯/うどんの社会主義/ベトナム銀河鉄道 &lt;br /&gt;Ⅱ &lt;br /&gt;塀の中の食事 /食とネオナチ/黒を食う/敗者の味/サーカス一座の意味ある空腹/菩提樹の香る村/様々な食卓 /魚食う心優しい男たち/聖パンと拳銃と/大観覧車で食べる &lt;br /&gt;Ⅲ &lt;br /&gt;モガディシオ炎熱日誌 /麗しのコーヒー・ロード/バナナ畑に星が降る/この王様のこの食事 &lt;br /&gt;Ⅳ &lt;br /&gt;兵士はなぜ死んだのか/禁断の森/チェロ弾きの少女/美しき風の島にて &lt;br /&gt;Ⅴ &lt;br /&gt;儒者に食事作法を学ぶ/背番号27の孤独な戦い/ある日あの記憶を殺しに&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4069045854153111246-3982619571697988414?l=yoshibee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/feeds/3982619571697988414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4069045854153111246&amp;postID=3982619571697988414' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width='600' height='600'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.slideflickr.com/slide/gi4LBzo5'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.slideflickr.com/slide/gi4LBzo5' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='600' height='600'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Germany (Munich, Augusbrug, Neuschwanstein castle), and Hungary(Kiskasa, Pécs).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4069045854153111246-7000623303390395073?l=yoshibee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/feeds/7000623303390395073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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/&gt;吉川日出男　『ベルカ、吠えないのか？』&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=4167717727&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr&amp;npa=1" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WW2以降の軍用犬をめぐるハードボイルドな小説。人間、イヌ、そして人間もイヌも超えた存在へと、語り手の立場が次々と変化する。ほかのどんな作品にもない書き方をしている。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;村上春樹　『海辺のカフカ（上）』&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=4101001545&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr&amp;npa=1" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;村上春樹　『海辺のカフカ（下）』&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=4101001553&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr&amp;npa=1" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;小説から感じたことを書くのはむずかしい。&lt;br /&gt;いろいろとレビューを繰ってみようとおもう。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;村井吉敬　『エビと日本人』&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=4004300207&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr&amp;npa=1" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;エビを捕る人たち、そだてる人たち、運ぶ人たち、いちばん儲ける人たち…。世界でいちばんエビを食べる日本人が、おそらくは知っておいたほうがよいだろうことが書かれている。われわれ日本人は、エビを（能動的に）買っているのか。もしくは（受動的に、だれかのちからによって）買わされているのかもしれない。&lt;a href="http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/2008/10/11.html"&gt;『バナナと日本人』&lt;/a&gt;同様、じぶんの生活を思い直させられる作品。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;野村進　『調べる技術、書く技術』&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=4062879409&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr&amp;npa=1" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ノンフィクション作家のトップランナーが、どのように作品をつくりあげるかを体験的に解説してくれる。優れた作品の説明などもありがたい。自分も卒論を書かなくてはいけないので、こういう本を読んでみた。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ところで2週間前、難民キャンプに行ってきたので、ちょっと長くなるかもしれないが、そのことをここに書いておきたいと思う。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;日本からボランティアで来ている大学生K君の案内で、ビチケというブダペスト郊外の町にある難民キャンプに行ってきた。ハンガリーでは国内3箇所のキャンプで難民を受け入れていて、K君はそこで2ヶ月間ボランティアとして働いていたので、彼からいろいろなことを教えてもらった。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ハンガリーの難民キャンプは移民局が管理していて、イラク、アフガニスタン、スーダン、コソボ、アルバニア、グルジアなどから、戦争で家を失ったり、政治的な理由で国を追われた人たちを受け入れている。難民キャンプでの生活は1年間で、その間に国籍の変更手続きや就職の道をみつけることになる。ハンガリーだけでなくEU内で実施されており、西欧や北欧に行くほど支援が手厚くなる。そのため南から来た難民たちは一往に北や西を目指すらしい。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;（仄聞のため定かではないが、スウェーデンでは難民ひとりあたり毎月700ドルの支援金が出るとのことだ。これは自分の毎月の給料より高い。）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/Sgrc-N6TvqI/AAAAAAAAPNQ/I7VT_xLb7Ac/s1600-h/4262_1134715563539_1096800573_386199_1502757_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/Sgrc-N6TvqI/AAAAAAAAPNQ/I7VT_xLb7Ac/s400/4262_1134715563539_1096800573_386199_1502757_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335319670017998498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;キャンプ敷地内で難民の子たちとあそぶ。なつかしのブランコ。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;「難民キャンプ」という言葉からイメージするものとはまったく違っていた。住居はレンガ造りの平屋で、風呂やキッチンは共同だが、外観も内装もハンガリーのふつうのアパートと水準はかわらない。キャンプ内でも序列はあるらしく、ワンルームに住んでいる人もいるが、基本は家族ごとに住み、完全にプライバシーは守られている。パレスチナ棟、アフガニスタン棟など、国ごとに建物が仕切られていた。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;朝・昼食は支給されるが、夕食は自炊になる。毎月7,000Ft（約3,500円）が支給される。外出も特に規制なく出来る。特別チケットで、国内の交通費は無料。多くの人が電車で40分ほどかけてブダペストに出向き、就職活動をする。キャンプ内ではハンガリー語の授業を受けることが出来、テキストや文房具のための補助も出るそうだ。中東やアフリカ系の人がほとんどで、共通語としては英語やアラビア語をつかう人が多かった。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;敷地内をあるくと、（べつにキャンプにかぎったことではないが）フレンドリーにしてくれる人とそうでない人がいる。会うなり「Hey Man, Nihao!! Hey Man, What is Nihao? What does it mean?」と、いきなり爆笑させてくれた黒人の男は、友人と一緒に楽しそうに車を洗っていた。あんなに楽しそうに洗車をする人は初めて見た。おそらくは週イチ以上のペースで車を洗っているだろう。彼はすでに仕事を見つけ、自分で稼いだ金で車を買ったのだ。彼も難民キャンプの中で、難民として生活している。国を負われ、自分には想像もできない苦労を乗り越え、1年間でハンガリーに順応し、一本立ちしたということだ。「すごい」と思ってしまう。これみよがしに、ながながと洗車をしたくなるのも自然なことだろう。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;モロッコから留学のためハンガリーに来たが、パスポートを無くしてしまい、国に帰ることもできないまま難民になったという人の部屋のなかを見せてもらった。彼は厚遇を受けることの出来る身分らしく、8畳くらいの部屋にベット、ソファ、机、テレビ、HDDレコーダーなどを置いて、けっこう自適に暮らしているように見えた。K君によると、プレステ2やDVDを楽しんでいる家族も多いという。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ここまで書くと、難民の人たちは相当リッチな生活をしていると思われるかもしれないが、K君によるとやはり現実はきびしいらしい。最長でも1年でキャンプを出て行かなくてはならないため、彼らは必ず1年以内に仕事を探さなくてはならない。語学や年齢の問題などで仕事が決まらず、頭を抱えている人を何人も見てきた、とK君は言う。ホームレスにならざるを得ない難民の人も多いという。ちなみにブダペストだけでもホームレスは相当たくさんいる。冬の寒さが厳しいので、路上生活者を中心に毎年400人ほどが命を落とすという。経済危機が深刻なハンガリーでは、これからもっとホームレスの数は増えるのではないかとおもう。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;難民キャンプに行って、もっと知りたいことがたくさん出てきた。難民の人や移民局の人と話をして、かれらの話をもっと訊いてみたい。単純な発想かもしれないけど、彼らの話を聞いて、ちゃんと人に伝えられるくらいにまとめたいとおもった（しょせんは思いつきだけれど、思いついたのだからしかたない）。自分でテーマを決めて、インタビューをして、なにかを書き記すということは、過去に経験がない。この本を読んだあと、それを出来るようになりたいとおもった。そしてこの「知りたい」という気持ちを、磨耗させてはいけないのだろうなというふうに感じる。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4069045854153111246-618311079617710971?l=yoshibee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/feeds/618311079617710971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4069045854153111246&amp;postID=618311079617710971' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/618311079617710971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Pictures</title><content type='html'>Please click the "i" icon if you wanna see short comments of each pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width='600' height='600'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.slideflickr.com/slide/45TcQ55X'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.slideflickr.com/slide/45TcQ55X' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='600' height='600'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone knows better website for uploading pictures by the way?&lt;br /&gt;Memory of Picasa reached to limit, Frickr is good for arranging but not for a number of photos...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4069045854153111246-8069584342972196065?l=yoshibee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SC__AvOhvQI/AAAAAAAAF1I/02IzcROjF8k/S220/IMG_0039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069045854153111246.post-8880037077943095871</id><published>2009-04-08T10:27:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T11:33:57.363+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Small Things in Budapest'/><title type='text'>Párna Csatát-International Pillow Fight</title><content type='html'>Here are some shots from &lt;a href="http://www.pillowfightday.com/"&gt;International Pillow Fighting Day&lt;/a&gt; in Budapest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warriors waiting for the battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.jp/lh/photo/jRMj150CxoIMEXyRv3Vu4g?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SdxfuYGTGZI/AAAAAAAAPK4/OM0uO9El4E8/n1250202299_349260_1168944.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.jp/toshiakiseko/090408PillowFight?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;090408 Pillow Fight&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the battle field...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.jp/lh/photo/pLBugQBozc0GRLpJ4iJczA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SdxoHbEy5VI/AAAAAAAAPLI/7cch9QimAjU/n1250202299_349215_3816225.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.jp/toshiakiseko/090408PillowFight?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;090408 Pillow Fight&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gathering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.jp/lh/photo/YNflKAs5sVLcYJoBgv79eQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SdxoH4Ni3yI/AAAAAAAAPLg/GMYAelDEgoI/n1250202299_349213_1299808.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.jp/toshiakiseko/090408PillowFight?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;090408 Pillow Fight&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 PM, started !! "Beat Hungarians!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.jp/lh/photo/UWZUoC91pFORWYBdgvdIyg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SdxfQOdIJ-I/AAAAAAAAPJY/3a0Aom2ams0/n787288137_1623915_2474171.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.jp/toshiakiseko/090408PillowFight?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;090408 Pillow Fight&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.jp/lh/photo/F_wYHqwC5RVOumBG_qgWBA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/Sdxfk4cxCzI/AAAAAAAAPKQ/qQaiTPPS6H4/n1250202299_349230_7255635.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.jp/toshiakiseko/090408PillowFight?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;090408 Pillow Fight&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.jp/lh/photo/QGIpqRxmL4dYeGZ-nu_R4A?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SdxoHizwBtI/AAAAAAAAPLY/c1n14LmkGn0/n1250202299_349217_913767.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.jp/toshiakiseko/090408PillowFight?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;090408 Pillow Fight&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.jp/lh/photo/7Ny0cJKAZEA-pSc7RkDJCw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SdxoHu9uUxI/AAAAAAAAPLQ/wyrvm7utUgU/n1250202299_349218_2912109.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.jp/toshiakiseko/090408PillowFight?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;090408 Pillow Fight&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beat'em, Beat'em Beat'em&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.jp/lh/photo/dK3L_1pSJFS3k3XYaX_w_g?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SdxfkzV87ZI/AAAAAAAAPKI/cwz9ucXFlP4/n1250202299_349225_5584410.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.jp/toshiakiseko/090408PillowFight?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;090408 Pillow Fight&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.jp/lh/photo/XXv0fnzmDBzQj770eJJDqA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/Sdxfku_oWdI/AAAAAAAAPKA/ahIWwgOxoXg/n1250202299_349222_5208062.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.jp/toshiakiseko/090408PillowFight?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;090408 Pillow Fight&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite a lot of people were there. Around 1,000 I guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.jp/lh/photo/kJkV-UpH0fVcAjdRfzN9Cw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SdxfQXgbT7I/AAAAAAAAPJg/HWlu9q_7tyc/n787288137_1623933_227379.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.jp/toshiakiseko/090408PillowFight?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;090408 Pillow Fight&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bombing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.jp/lh/photo/gFbAk2j4shTXcJKIlwLoqg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SdxoH1jj5ZI/AAAAAAAAPLo/oFyQm7tixJ0/n1250202299_349243_7615010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.jp/toshiakiseko/090408PillowFight?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;090408 Pillow Fight&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crossing the tram track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.jp/lh/photo/ceD3wWWeQNHebi-UThOqtg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SdxfQU6_WiI/AAAAAAAAPJo/fHRfwmlhQZY/n787288137_1623939_1381962.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.jp/toshiakiseko/090408PillowFight?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;090408 Pillow Fight&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's more exhausting than you imagine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.jp/lh/photo/4shNs3bR7M0s06MEiADAJA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SdxflFQWKWI/AAAAAAAAPKg/wPVkXmouGjE/n1250202299_349237_1122611.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;senter &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.jp/toshiakiseko/090408PillowFight?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;090408 Pillow Fight&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.jp/lh/photo/efYXqvgzzL-tIn1jKSpw7Q?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SdxfuHaGiUI/AAAAAAAAPKo/Oo-x3wS1CIs/n1250202299_349238_2893515.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.jp/toshiakiseko/090408PillowFight?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;090408 Pillow Fight&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.jp/lh/photo/GA90LW7axZB-DPEUwKI8fg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SdxfuYQ25gI/AAAAAAAAPKw/bXg-2VCY4ZA/n1250202299_349239_3213007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.jp/toshiakiseko/090408PillowFight?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;090408 Pillow Fight&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lifting up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.jp/lh/photo/4qOHO2hW3yNN442e9KJgew?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/Sdxfk27d5yI/AAAAAAAAPKY/6ss7WiLkjQc/n1250202299_349231_4890825.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.jp/toshiakiseko/090408PillowFight?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;090408 Pillow Fight&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;square covered with full of feather, in the end. When we left at 5 PM, the fight was still going on. The game stops when all got exhausted enough. No winners, No rules, never ending tiring game. With holding pillow, people just come and go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.jp/lh/photo/onFUb2LXFHjia4L2VtILtA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SdxfQp6aAqI/AAAAAAAAPJw/HILZVruJ5m4/n787288137_1623959_1265444.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.jp/toshiakiseko/090408PillowFight?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;090408 Pillow Fight&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;このばかばかしさが、いい感じです。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4069045854153111246-8880037077943095871?l=yoshibee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/feeds/8880037077943095871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4069045854153111246&amp;postID=8880037077943095871' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/8880037077943095871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/8880037077943095871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/2009/04/parna-csatat-international-pillow-fight.html' title='Párna Csatát-International Pillow Fight'/><author><name>Yoshibee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SC__AvOhvQI/AAAAAAAAF1I/02IzcROjF8k/S220/IMG_0039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SdxfuYGTGZI/AAAAAAAAPK4/OM0uO9El4E8/s72-c/n1250202299_349260_1168944.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069045854153111246.post-780341515544643686</id><published>2009-04-07T12:34:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T13:49:03.222+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Small Things in Budapest'/><title type='text'>cseresznye fa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SdssWQ8qX1I/AAAAAAAAPI0/P2Z90F-toto/s1600-h/hanami.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SdssWQ8qX1I/AAAAAAAAPI0/P2Z90F-toto/s400/hanami.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321896145686519634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sok cseresznye fa van Budapesten. Ez Japan nemzeti virág.&lt;br /&gt;Es akkor, sok kukac ish van. zöld, sárga, barna, szürke....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sok Europai enber fél a bogárt. de en nem. tegnap, volt egy svábbogár ottohon. &lt;br /&gt;tálan, holnáp, meg sok lesz svábbogár ottohon. en elköltözik jövö héten.&lt;br /&gt;en nem fél. de, csak nagyon jó uj ház van Solymáren. En öl svábbogár, tegnap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyár van itt most. serintem, csak Magyarulszag mindenki lehet élvez cseresznye fa es Nyár együtt(harlom Japan fehir es egy Philippino nö).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;先月末には雪も降っていたのに、ここ最近のブダペストの最高気温は22～25度と、いっきに夏になりました。市内には、日本の友好協会の人が寄贈してくれた桜があちこちにあります。田舎にもハンガリー土着の桜があり、日本のものよりもピンクが強めだそうです。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;すぐに満開になり、今週にはもう葉桜です。日本のようにじわじわ楽しめません。貴重なショットです。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4069045854153111246-780341515544643686?l=yoshibee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/feeds/780341515544643686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4069045854153111246&amp;postID=780341515544643686' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/780341515544643686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/780341515544643686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/2009/04/cseresznye-fa.html' title='cseresznye fa'/><author><name>Yoshibee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SC__AvOhvQI/AAAAAAAAF1I/02IzcROjF8k/S220/IMG_0039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SdssWQ8qX1I/AAAAAAAAPI0/P2Z90F-toto/s72-c/hanami.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069045854153111246.post-2890998888027601172</id><published>2009-04-02T19:17:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T19:59:07.237+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><title type='text'>『コーヒーに憑かれた男たち』</title><content type='html'>嶋中労　『コーヒーに憑かれた男たち』&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=4122050103&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr&amp;npa=1" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90歳を過ぎたいまもカウンターに立ち、20年・30年もののオールドコーヒーを丁寧に焙煎する関口一郎。日本人をアメリカンの呪縛から解き放ち、沖縄サミット晩餐会でのコーヒーも任された田口護。国内外のカフェを転々と歩き、ときに精神を病むほどに神経を消耗させ、ドリップに魂を込める標交紀。コーヒーに取り付かれた喫茶店マスターたちの人生をえがく。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;茶を芸術・文化の域まで到達させた国の「男、珈琲一代記」には、千利休がいま生きていれば彼らのようではないかと思わせる凄みがある。大胆で、ストイックで、まさしくコーヒーに「憑かれている」ような人物像が浮かび上がってきた。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;なぜアメリカのコーヒーはまずいと言われてきたのか。なぜ日本ではアメリカン、そしてブルーマウンテンがもてはやされるのか。欧米人が砂糖・ミルクをよく使う理由。じつは世界の主流はトルコ・コーヒー。日本人がストレートで品種にこだわり、欧米人がブレンドを好む理由などなど、コーヒーにまつわるネタも豊富だ。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;コーヒーはかくも深い。スターバックスのような大型チェーンばかりなんとなく気に入っていた自分も大いに反省した。各国首相も天皇陛下もおかわりをするというコーヒーはどんな味がするのだろう。落語のようにユーモラスで流れるような文面にも心踊らされた。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4069045854153111246-2890998888027601172?l=yoshibee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/feeds/2890998888027601172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4069045854153111246&amp;postID=2890998888027601172' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/2890998888027601172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/2890998888027601172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='『コーヒーに憑かれた男たち』'/><author><name>Yoshibee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SC__AvOhvQI/AAAAAAAAF1I/02IzcROjF8k/S220/IMG_0039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069045854153111246.post-82638400416851508</id><published>2009-04-02T19:06:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T20:50:05.246+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><title type='text'>『水族館の通になる』</title><content type='html'>中村 元　『水族館の通になる―年間3千万人を魅了する楽園の謎』&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=4396110103&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr&amp;npa=1" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;水族館へは、土地柄とくに小さいころはよく行ったが、言われてみれば水族館ほど謎だらけの存在もないかもしれない。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;たとえば、魚はいつ寝るのか。魚は死んだら食べるのか。なぜ水槽は割れないのか。地震が起きたらどうなるのか。エサはどこから取ってくるのか。夏のペンギンは暑くないのか。ラッコはなぜ1日10キロも食事を取るのに太らないのか。なぜ日本の水族館でわざわざ飼育するのか。大阪海遊館のジンベイザメはどこから運んでどうやって中に入れたのか。イルカやアシカのショーはどうやって訓練しているのか…。ホオジロザメの水槽はどうやって洗うのか。体重2トン、ボブサップそっくりのアザラシ「ミナゾウ」に友達はいるのか…。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;水槽にそんな説明はされていないし、実際に水族館に行けば動物を追うのに必死であまりそういうことも考えない。どこかで気になっていたけど忘れていた疑問に、鳥羽水族館飼育員・副館長などを務めた著者が答えてくれる。「人間は月には足を踏み入れたことがあるが、深海に降り立った人間はひとりもいない」。ウィットあふれる文面も魅力的だ。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;水族館は単なるアミューズメント・パークではなく、研究はもちろん、教育・啓発機関として大きなポテンシャルを持っていること。そして現実とのジレンマ・水族館の裏側の苦労なども綴られている。簡単な漢字にもふりがなが振られているということは、中高生向けなのだろうか。いやいや、おもしろかった。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4069045854153111246-82638400416851508?l=yoshibee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/feeds/82638400416851508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4069045854153111246&amp;postID=82638400416851508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/82638400416851508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/82638400416851508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_02.html' title='『水族館の通になる』'/><author><name>Yoshibee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SC__AvOhvQI/AAAAAAAAF1I/02IzcROjF8k/S220/IMG_0039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069045854153111246.post-5175161948410440149</id><published>2009-04-01T11:40:00.011+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T10:34:08.738+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><title type='text'>さいきん読んだ本17</title><content type='html'>内澤旬子　『世界屠畜紀行』&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=4759251332&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr&amp;npa=1" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;取材地はエジプト、インド、チェコ、韓国、アメリカ、モンゴル、イラン、インドネシアなど世界各国。そして日本。取材対象は牛、豚、鶏、羊、ヤギ、ラクダ、犬など。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;たとえばモンゴルではこうだ。まず、羊の四肢を紐でしばり、暴れないよう足を踏み抑えながら地面に座る。下腹に小さなナイフで切れ目を入れる。手を心臓近くまでもぐりこませ、大動脈を手でねじり切る。こうすることで血は羊の体内に流れ落ち、遊牧民が神聖視する大地を汚すことはない。日本と同じ仏教徒でありながら、肉食が表立って禁止されてこなかったモンゴルでは、むかしも今も差別はなく、むしろ見下されるのはシメる技術を身に付けていない人だという。これが豊富なイラスト付きでよくわかる。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ヤギをシメるとき、必ずメッカに足をむけるイランの解体業者。イード（犠牲祭）で殺される牛の鳴き声が食欲をそそるというエジプトの子供。徹底したスキルを身につけた東京・芝浦の職人。むかしながらの方法で豚で解体し、ソーセージ作りまでを一挙に手がけるチェコの若者など。価値観は違えど、仕事に対する情熱は等しくゆるぎない職人たちが描かれている。たのしく読めた。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;筆者は日本人にしては例外的な価値観を持っていると何度も自認しているが、しかしこの本が書けた理由もまた筆者が日本人だから、だろう。時間がなければ、イラストを眺めるだけでもおもしろいと思う。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;山本雅人　『天皇陛下の全仕事』&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=4062879778&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr&amp;npa=1" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;タイトル通り、「天皇陛下の全仕事」。&lt;br /&gt;1年の活動予定やある2週間のスケジュールなども載っている。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;以前友人との会話で、「今いちばん何に興味があるか？」というふやっとした会話になったとき、抽象的に「Invisibleなものかな」と答えた。毎日肉は食べるが屠畜業者の姿は知らない。毎日コーヒーは飲むがコートジボワールの農家のことは知らない。ポリエステルの服がどこで、どのようにつくられたのかも。目に見える関わりを持つことはないが、しかしどこかで深く自分の生活に関係しているだれか。自分はこれにいま、いちばん関心があるのだとおもう。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;天皇はこれまでとてもInvisibleな存在だった。そして天皇が日本の元首である限り、これからも、どんな日本人にもInvisibleな存在であるのだと思う。本書はそんな天皇陛下・天皇制を、少しでもThinkable・Imaginableな状態に近づけてくれる。コンパクトにまとまっていて有難かった。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;中島義道　『不幸論』&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=4569624596&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr&amp;npa=1" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;「他人が不幸な状況にありながら、果たして自分は幸福であれるのか」。&lt;br /&gt;「わたしってなんて幸せなんだろう」とつぶやく人の、想像力のなさと怠惰さを嘆いている。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;やたらポジティブであることを礼賛するファクターばかりが目に付く。前向きに物ごとを考えない人がヨシとされないきらいがある。そんななか、こういうことを言う人がいてくれて気が楽になった。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;沢木耕太郎　『無名』&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=4344408284&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr&amp;npa=1" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;沢木耕太郎　『血の味』&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=4101235147&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr&amp;npa=1" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;沢木耕太郎　『激しく倒れよ』&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=416364850X&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr&amp;npa=1" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;沢木耕太郎　『有名であれ無名であれ』&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=4163648607&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr&amp;npa=1" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;沢木耕太郎　『時の廃墟』&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=4163648704&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr&amp;npa=1" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;沢木耕太郎　『オン・ザ・ボーダー』&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=4163648801&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr&amp;npa=1" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;『無名』は臨終間際の父親を見取った記録。『血の味』は同氏初の小説で、やはり父について書かれている。私小説といってもよさそうな作品だ。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;あとの4つは&lt;a href="http://www.bunshun.jp/book/80sawaki/sawaki02.htm"&gt;文芸春秋がまとめた全9巻のノンフィクション集&lt;/a&gt;で、今回は読んだのは1～4巻。『&lt;a href="http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post_10.html"&gt;棟&lt;/a&gt;』や『&lt;a href="http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/2008/12/13.html"&gt;深夜特急&lt;/a&gt;』を読んだとき、軽快な文章にハマってしまった。量が多いので、個別の作品の感想を残すことはしないけれど、少しだけ。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;沢木氏の作品をついつい読んでしまう理由は、インタビュアーと沢木氏の関わりに真摯さが感じられるからだと思う。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;輪島功一、美空ひばり、三浦和義、石原慎太郎ほか多数の著名人、詐欺師、離島に住む人々、精神障害者などなど。さまざまな人に会い、ルポルタージュを残す自らの仕事を、同氏は旅になぞらえて「人物紀行」といった。人から人へ、さまよい歩き、話を訊く。あの手この手で、できるだけ多くの話を聞きだそうとする。その過程がおもしろい。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;安易な言い方かもしれないが、もっと単純に言葉を変えれば、「心をこめて人物を書いている」からだともいえる。軽率なマスメディアのように、礼節を欠いた関係ではないというところだろう。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ちなみに同氏がいろいろな書き方に挑戦し続けてきたことは、以下のサイトに詳しい。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://koganeikakukoto.blog70.fc2.com/blog-entry-25.html"&gt;参照元 Blog：小金井発！芸術文化を書くこと／伝えること講座&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;佐野眞一　『旅する巨人―渋沢敬三と宮本常一』&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=4163523103&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr&amp;npa=1" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;参考文献だけで70ページもある。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;沢木耕太郎氏の軽やかな文面と比較しているからかもしれないが、佐野氏の作品は書籍というより論文に近いと思う。どこも気が抜けない。たかだが350ページほどの文章にこれでもかという情報が詰め込まれている。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;あらためて、ふたりの旅する巨人の、志高く生きた姿に惚れ惚れしてしまう。高度経済成長以前の日本を旅したふたりは、どんな景色をみていたのか、もっと知りたくなった。もっと宮本常一氏の著作を読まねばならない。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;しかし何よりいま自分は外国という、自分が生まれ育ってきたものとは異質の環境にあり、日本にいては会えない人と会うことが出来る。「書を捨てよ、街に出よ」ではないが、もっとそういう人に会いに行くべきではないか。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;どちらも、ぼちぼち、残り2ヶ月過ごすことになるのだろうか。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4069045854153111246-5175161948410440149?l=yoshibee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/feeds/5175161948410440149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4069045854153111246&amp;postID=5175161948410440149' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/5175161948410440149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/5175161948410440149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/2009/04/17.html' title='さいきん読んだ本17'/><author><name>Yoshibee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SC__AvOhvQI/AAAAAAAAF1I/02IzcROjF8k/S220/IMG_0039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069045854153111246.post-1411217367546243377</id><published>2009-03-04T15:55:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T10:34:08.738+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><title type='text'>さいきん読んだ本16</title><content type='html'>門田隆将　『なぜ君は絶望と闘えたのか』&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=4104605026&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr&amp;npa=1" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;（&lt;a href="http://ja.wikipedia.org/wiki/光市母子殺害事件"&gt;Wikipedia：光市母子殺害事件&lt;/a&gt;）&lt;br /&gt;森達也氏の&lt;a href="http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post_4599.html"&gt;『死刑』&lt;/a&gt;、奥野修司氏の&lt;a href="http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post_6016.html"&gt;『心にナイフをしのばせて』&lt;/a&gt;以来、死刑そして少年法を扱った作品を読んだ。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ブラチスラバ旅行の行き帰りに読んだのだが、外の景色も検閲に来る駅員も一切気にならず、読了後は座席にへばりついてしまったような重力を感じた。そのくらい、鬼気迫るレポートだった。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;光氏母子殺害事件の被害者本村氏は、9年間、被告人をを死刑にかけることを望み、裁判を闘ってきた。「僕はあの男を絶対に殺します」とマスコミに訴えてきた。そう、本の紹介に書いてあった。死刑を望む被害者はどんなことを考えているのか、読んでみなければと思い手に取った。しかしその心情は変化していくことに後で気づく。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;本村氏は、「法廷は復讐の場ではなく、被害者にとっての救済の場であり、被害者と加害者の和解の場」だと言う。絶望にうちひしがれるなか、自らも憎しみの感情を捨て去りたいという思いを込めて、被告人と向き合おうとする。死刑廃絶派の弁護団、遺族感情無視のマスコミ、形骸化した裁判制度など、困難にぶつかり、遺書を残し自殺の直前まで至ったこともあったが、ゆっくりと、そして着実に、この国の法律を変えていった。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;被害者、そして検察の方々に対しては、敬服という言葉も相応しくないような、ある種の畏怖を抱いた。犯行時の供述を字面で追ったときはおもわず本を反らした。描写を直視できないという思いからか、自然と本を持つ角度を変えていたのだ。そのくらい凄惨な記述もあるので、気軽に読むことはお勧めしないが、マスコミというフィルターを差し替えて、この事件、死刑制度、そして少年法を考えてみたいという人には是非、という一冊だった。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;堀井憲一郎　『落語の国からのぞいてみれば』&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=4062879476&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr&amp;npa=1" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;与太郎から現代へのアンチテーゼ。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;昨年、寄席にはじめて行ったころからか、落語が好きになった。飛行機では必ず4,5話聞くし、Youtubeでもたまに見る。この本は、すべて落語の根多で構成された現代国語の教科書といっていい。噺から当時の社会風俗や、江戸時代の民衆がどんなことを考え生活していたかということを探っていく。「150年前の暮らしから見れば、今の生活はなんかヘンだよなぁ」というのが本書のテーマ。気軽に読める。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;大河ドラマでも、時代劇でもない、ふつうの暮らしが描かれている。ありそうで、あまりないジャンルの本だと思う。「名前なんてコロコロ変わって当たり前」「結婚はしなくてはならず、恋愛は上層階級の趣味でしかなかった」など、すっかり変わってしまった社会常識に気づかされ、おもしろかった。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;沢木耕太郎　『人の砂漠』&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=4101235015&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr&amp;npa=1" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;北方領土、与那国島、曳子、不敬罪逮捕者、精神障害者養護施設など、おそらく日本で生活するほとんどの人が積極的な関わりを持とうとはしないであろう人々へのルポルタージュ。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;世間では、彼らは、社会的弱者・偏狭な人々と呼ばれることもあるのだと思う。伝記に載ったりすることはまずないだろう。そんな「使われなかった人生」をつめこんだ一冊。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;沢木耕太郎　『チェーン・スモーキング』&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=4101235112&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr&amp;npa=1" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;同氏のエッセイ集。内容はややエンタメ色が強いが、ルポルタージュの巨匠がどこに目を置き、人々を観察するか窺い知ることができる。短編集。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;佐野眞一　『この国の品質』&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=482841391X&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr&amp;npa=1" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;憂国のノンフィクション作家、佐野眞一氏の2007年の著作。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;品格ということばがはやった同年、安部元首相の宰相投げ出しや、時津風部屋での殺人などで騒がれた年でもあった。佐野氏はあきらかに日本社会の底が抜けはじめていると嘆き、「品格」などという言葉を使うのもおこがましく、その価値を無機的に問う「品質」こそふさわしいと言い、タイトルとしている。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3部構成で、第1部は講演会議事録、第2部はエッセイ集、第3部は東電OL事件追筆と下層社会として描かれる東京都足立区のレポート。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;同氏の主張はどの著作でも一貫している。「高度経済成長とは何だったか」。経済発展の気流から一歩はなれて立ち止まり、日本人は何を失ったかということを緻密な取材で明らかにしてく。同氏の作品はどれも（たとえ新書であっても）極厚だ。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;『カリスマ』『大往生の島』『阿片王』『巨怪伝』など、佐野氏の過去の著作を読んだうえで個人的に感じるのは、高度経済成長をきっかけに、「人間としてのふるまい」が大きく変わってしまったということだ。人間の器の違いとでもいうのか、貧しくともダイナミックに、そして謙虚に生きた人々が大勢いたということが伺える。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;本書も、そうしたエッセンスを存分に含んでいるので、同氏の作品を読んだことがない人でも楽しめると思う。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;山本周五郎　『さぶ』&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=4101134103&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr&amp;npa=1" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;名作。江戸に生きた青年史を描く。&lt;br /&gt;主人公は年も同じくらい。ひたむきに生きる男のすがすがしさを感じた。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;田宮俊作　『伝説のプラモ屋－田宮模型をつくった人々』&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=4167257041&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr&amp;npa=1" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;日本が世界に誇る中小企業、タミヤ社長の自伝。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;敗戦後、静岡の工場から、零戦、パンサー、タイガーなどのヒット商品を飛ばし、日本の人口よりも売れたというミニ四駆を世に送り出した会社でもある。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;そう、自分にとってやはりタミヤといえばミニ四駆だ（というか、ミニ四駆以外のタミヤ製品を買ったことがない）。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;はじめてミニ四駆を買ったのは小学1年のとき。熊野にいた。駅前商店街のちいさな模型屋にいって、キットを600円だかの値段で買い、そのまま模型屋の中に敷いてあった畳の上で友達といっしょに組み立てた。当時は知らなかったが、調べてみるとおそらくグラスホッパーという車種だろうと分かった。車高が高く、群青色のジープみたいなのだった。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;はじめてのミニ四駆で、当然説明書などを見てもわけがわからず、友達や周囲の大人に聞くも挫折。同じアパートに住んでいた年上の友達がさっさと組み立て、模型屋の廊下で興奮して走らせているのをじれったく見ているしかなかった。家に帰り、父親に助けてもらいながら組み立てるも、マシンは自分が歩くスピードよりものろく駐車場を走るだけだった。当時から理系センスはなかったんだなと思い出される。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;転校し、河芸に戻ってから、ミニ四駆大ブームが訪れた。烈豪兄弟はコロコロでもアニメでも大活躍し、サッカーの練習がないときはコースを持っていた友達の家に集まり、必死に改造をしたり、レースをやった。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;地元のタミヤの店や、できたばかりの大型スーパーにパーツを買いに行った。レストンスポンジタイヤに大径アルミローラー、ナローワンウェイホイール、マッハダッシュモーター（大会では認められないが田舎なのでその心配は無く、だいたいみんな使っていた）、超速ギア、金色した電池金具のやつ（名前忘れた）くらいが定番の改造で、入り込んでる奴は肉抜きして、メッシュも張っていた。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;自分はどういうわけか、ショック吸収タイヤとサイドポール、そしてスライドバンパーは譲れないパーツだった。円形か、せいぜい八の字コースくらいでしか走らせたことないのに、そんなものはまるで必要ないのだが、そのころは「いかにカッコよくマシンを仕上げられるか」も重要なポイントだったのだ（吸収タイヤがかっこよく見えるかどうかは今も疑問だけれど、当時はゴムの照りまで気にしていたのだ）。600円のキットを買うと、市販のモーターやギアは最初から入れなきゃいいのにといつも思っていた。トライダガーが好きだったが、何度やっても肉抜きができなかったので、愛車は結局ファイターマグナムだった。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;もちろんニカド充電池使用。6～7台持って、持ち運びできる専用のプラスチック･ケースに入れていた。全車スーパー1シャーシ・フルカウルタイプ。かなりハマった段階になると、コースに加えてスピードメーターまでクリスマスだか誕生日に買ってもらって、自宅でも競い合った。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;小学4年生の時には担任が変わり、図書館を会場にしたミニ四駆大会が、年に3回くらいあった。他のクラスには内緒で、これには当時クラスにひとりだけいた不登校の子にも来てほしいという思惑もあった（実際その子はミニ四駆大会のある日は学校に来た）。学校でミニ四駆という男子一同の願いが叶い、あまりに興奮していたので、そのころ女子が何をしていたのかまったく思い出せない。たぶん本でも読んでたんだろう。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;そんな大ブームの最中、物議をかもしたマシンが登場した。スピンコブラだった。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;記憶がただしければ、たぶん烈豪兄弟に出てくるおぼっちゃまキャラの藤吉が、マグナムとソニックに勝つために、ワルめの博士に大金をはたいてスピンアックスを改造した、という設定だったとおもう。実際、スピンコブラはコロコロに登場してまもなく、地元の模型店やスーパーでも売られた。だが、これはミニ四駆ではなくただの模型で、走ることはできなかった。何人かそれを知ってか知らずか買っている友達がいたが、彼らはよくばかにされていた。タイヤが少しだけ左右に動くというところも、よりスピンコブラを滑稽に見せる要因にしかならなかった。自分も、スピンコブラなんか買うやつは頭がおかしいと思っていた。その後、レイスティンガーやビークスパイダーという新たなマシンが登場しても、いつもスピンコブラだけは陳列棚の隅で売れ残っていた。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ただ、今おもえば、あの大ブームの最中、悠然とスピンコブラを出してくるところに、タミヤの強さが見られるような気がする。戦後、木造模型からプラスチック模型に以降するしなやかさと、時代に流されず時代をつくる攻めの姿勢（エポック・メーキング）こそ、静岡の中小企業がいまや世界中に工場を持ち、根強いファンを持ち続ける企業の根幹を支えているのではないだろうか。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;考えてみれば、「つくる楽しさ」を経験したことは、ミニ四駆のほかにない。以降もビーダマンやハイパーヨーヨーなどのブームが到来したが、それらは既製品であるし、工作の授業で版画や座椅子なんかもつくったが、当然ミニ四駆ほど熱くもなれなかった。そういう意味では、ちいさいころに貴重な遊びを教えてもらったのだなと、妙に有難い気持ちにさせられた。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4069045854153111246-1411217367546243377?l=yoshibee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/feeds/1411217367546243377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4069045854153111246&amp;postID=1411217367546243377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/1411217367546243377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/1411217367546243377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/2009/03/16.html' title='さいきん読んだ本16'/><author><name>Yoshibee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SC__AvOhvQI/AAAAAAAAF1I/02IzcROjF8k/S220/IMG_0039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069045854153111246.post-3496506403373471424</id><published>2009-03-03T17:30:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T16:31:05.985+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel Sketch'/><title type='text'>Bratislava</title><content type='html'>After arriving Bratislava, one poster made me stopped.&lt;br /&gt;AIESEC is nominated as one of the sponsor for an event seems HR related something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.jp/lh/photo/HDpthzM0gpkI_h5OQtNLew?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/Sa1Ve_t_JyI/AAAAAAAAPEw/udvhutq2o80/s800/DSCN0006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.jp/toshiakiseko/090303?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;090303&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;way to hostel Vegas(that was nice one for 12EUR)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.jp/lh/photo/6UkaWYgZw4i5-yhX105Nbg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/Sa1VfUrz5lI/AAAAAAAAPE4/Wb6O9nyKuvw/s800/DSCN0007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.jp/toshiakiseko/090303?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;090303&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hum,,, Madonna on a concrete post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.jp/lh/photo/cyV2I1k_zM84lqF7B-vuSA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/Sa1VgOLfHII/AAAAAAAAPFI/mEOPYeasdew/s800/DSCN0010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.jp/toshiakiseko/090303?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;090303&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aha, renovated 25 years ago, in communist times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.jp/lh/photo/x1IOkjocySJ58IDA4bM-Dg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/Sa1VguQl_jI/AAAAAAAAPFQ/tDsS8s-Xiw4/s800/DSCN0011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.jp/toshiakiseko/090303?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;090303&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slovakian spray stray sheep, Hey man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.jp/lh/photo/arc_xZh8nT5-ezkDypaK6w?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/Sa1Wekdg6dI/AAAAAAAAPFc/6dM_PRORuCQ/s800/DSCN0014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.jp/toshiakiseko/090303?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;090303&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the castle. to the west.&lt;br /&gt;mountains, windmill, Danube...&lt;br /&gt;surprisingly, untouched wood are remained in the very central part of the capital. that well represents how Bratislava new and a bit artificial. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.jp/lh/photo/sQrN8-ziLXkDQftVIulZXw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/Sa1We8iVcGI/AAAAAAAAPFk/boE8p2DFirA/s800/DSCN0015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.jp/toshiakiseko/090303?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;090303&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Communist apartments, i guess these date back 70 or 80's..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.jp/lh/photo/DwAezoIrU0ASs7SJHJ2qJQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/Sa1Wfc68vcI/AAAAAAAAPFs/TScCswhpEgQ/s800/DSCN0016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.jp/toshiakiseko/090303?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;090303&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chimneys, shopping centers, ordinal district on the other side of Danube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.jp/lh/photo/YSJruGyZQGDnE_qtggV5MA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/Sa1Wf08tUfI/AAAAAAAAPF0/0Z_i8HapFsw/s800/DSCN0017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.jp/toshiakiseko/090303?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;090303&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old town on this side... quite nice view, united colors of beautiful roofs. &lt;br /&gt;Some people say this scene is being destroyed with high buildings by looking uncomfortable contrast of both modern and traditional aspect. The other people say this city is developing more and more by looking tall Chimneys to produce blocks and cranes to built new skyscrapers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.jp/lh/photo/DzrxUXdsHjD4pnir0OSzSA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/Sa1WgCimCdI/AAAAAAAAPF8/cghgwNWZkQc/s800/DSCN0021.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.jp/toshiakiseko/090303?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;090303&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A shot from another observatory of new tower. this is how travelers look at the castle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.jp/lh/photo/qpXNfFBoM-lnS3V6gTDRww?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/Sa1X-mQP9CI/AAAAAAAAPGQ/B4cFeXBF6MY/s800/DSCN0033.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.jp/toshiakiseko/090303?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;090303&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the one from the side which has many apartments and industries. &lt;br /&gt;This is how local people here look at the castle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.jp/lh/photo/shwaiMpbY7LDpCVo8ZmvDQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/Sa1X_DvXwDI/AAAAAAAAPGY/7JFRtIlOA8c/s800/DSCN0048.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.jp/toshiakiseko/090303?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;090303&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the population of this city is half million. &lt;br /&gt;Bratislava became the capital just around 15 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.jp/lh/photo/cH2RtDQnuRtx2iFEonr30A?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/Sa1X_rHtIJI/AAAAAAAAPGg/hT3qcUfv03Q/s800/DSCN0030.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.jp/toshiakiseko/090303?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;090303&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old district. &lt;br /&gt;Celts or Romans settled in this areas from the very beginning. &lt;br /&gt;Local aristocrats are kicked out by Hungarian army, and the castle had been used as residence by Hapsburg empires for generations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.jp/lh/photo/jSdcBj0dQLlBMn_NvD5PIA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/Sa1YAMs47bI/AAAAAAAAPGo/lNJ68vbU1AA/s800/DSCN0034.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.jp/toshiakiseko/090303?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;090303&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In summer time, old district would be crowded with travelers around the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.jp/lh/photo/Uxl8YedAfiDfZaB_7sxpqw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/Sa1X-fbM8yI/AAAAAAAAPGI/jwdKQzFFXRk/s800/DSCN0037.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.jp/toshiakiseko/090303?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;090303&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Castle Devin, blew up by Napoleon when his army attacked Hapsburg empire, and remained for 200 years as it used to be. 20 minutes bus drive from downtown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.jp/lh/photo/Fgg-4ShWiBfHsFRk9ygZzQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/Sa1apSMpk5I/AAAAAAAAPIU/YtG5RllKcCI/s800/DSCN0040.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.jp/toshiakiseko/090303?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;090303&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The castle stands at the point Danube and its tributary stream meets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.jp/lh/photo/mqUFDyc2aYbC57ewQbFmJw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/Sa1aP4IzSPI/AAAAAAAAPHo/uismmW1GM6o/s800/DSCN0046.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.jp/toshiakiseko/090303?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;090303&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huge cement mixer in the middle of the city park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.jp/lh/photo/GpAYuuYxOwtT_qrS7-mgEQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/Sa1ZJOe_2cI/AAAAAAAAPHM/RUmNDltwfS8/s800/DSCN0049.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.jp/toshiakiseko/090303?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;090303&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to the castle, the red and blue posts is standing at the foot of this Valley.&lt;br /&gt;I guess some of Japanese citizens cannot understand the reason why they have to walk down to pick up their daily newspaper.....Postmen are not post machines, actually....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.jp/lh/photo/HtHBU0mqNY6Cw10f2BY0Sw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/Sa1ZJv1vLvI/AAAAAAAAPHU/c6AGytbTlJE/s800/DSCN0047.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.jp/toshiakiseko/090303?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;090303&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the castle, look down the Danube. &lt;br /&gt;From Hungary? Serbia ? or Romania ? the big ship carries around 200 cars, going up for Austria and Germany. Even on the surface of river, sometime traffic jams happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.jp/lh/photo/zEfU3grTHebV7aoHcsm9kQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/Sa1aPQGYMsI/AAAAAAAAPHg/U4WbVmQ8OPI/s800/DSCN0045.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.jp/toshiakiseko/090303?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;090303&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the castle, look down surrounding towns. &lt;br /&gt;I only can find the wine vineyard and stone quarries except for their residence.&lt;br /&gt;But on the other side of Danube, there spreads vast field probably for wheat or sunflower.&lt;br /&gt;So this vary is not suitable for farming as the ground mainly contains hard and huge rocks.&lt;br /&gt;In the Middle ages when the lord still controled this areas from this castle, probably locals used to settle on castle side. Slaves go for mountains, poor farmers cross the bridge and cultivate the fields on the other side... I just guessed so. Anyway, maybe the wine producing helped the Devin though, this areas does not look it has been flourished both in history and recent days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.jp/lh/photo/Vk2PAW70DzlK8L8jfbTdfA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/Sa1aQj-85LI/AAAAAAAAPH4/CRLnAR5ViyA/s800/DSCN0042.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.jp/toshiakiseko/090303?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;090303&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4069045854153111246-3496506403373471424?l=yoshibee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/feeds/3496506403373471424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4069045854153111246&amp;postID=3496506403373471424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/3496506403373471424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/3496506403373471424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/2009/03/bratislava.html' title='Bratislava'/><author><name>Yoshibee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SC__AvOhvQI/AAAAAAAAF1I/02IzcROjF8k/S220/IMG_0039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/Sa1Ve_t_JyI/AAAAAAAAPEw/udvhutq2o80/s72-c/DSCN0006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069045854153111246.post-5378162449702745069</id><published>2009-02-25T18:25:00.012+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T16:31:05.986+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel Sketch'/><title type='text'>Belvedele</title><content type='html'>No one's gonna tell your way.&lt;br /&gt;The world is by far smaller than you expect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/UbT7FIXOHAJ5ho_VbuOcuQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SaWMmNFcpPI/AAAAAAAAPCw/m-jQqNLgEc8/s800/DSCN7661.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/toshiakiseko/RecentlyUpdated?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Recently Updated&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday, as it is often the case in weekdays that I went for a cafe to enjoy books with fine beer. Just 2 glass of beer, 1 liter, but that brought me slightly drunken moment. In a meanwhile, flashback of 2 weeks staying in Japan coming up from the synapses. The moment, I recalled, that someone told me "Why haven't you been to Vienna even though you've already been in Budapest for 9 month?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I opened my laptop, connected to WIFI, and rapidly booked the hostel for the next 2 days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"short notice" Half of cafes in Budapest are Wireless available ones. Having been too accustomed with this envious condition, when I stayed in Tokyo I had experienced hardship to find the one. Starbacks to south gate of Shinjuku station is the only wifi cafe for me (my bluebird!), I went there 5 days long to send reports via internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next day, I got in a train.  From the west station of Vienna, I headed for a hostel. &lt;br /&gt;Usually I would ask some of my friends. This time, alone, but I didn't care. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was snowing freezing night. In an avenue, an Asian guy with huge backpack caught my eyes. Like I always do, I tried to find a clue to distinguish whether he's Japanese or not by gazing his appearance (Even it turned out to be Japanese, usually I have ignored though....). I knew he was gazing me, and decided to walk through. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of sudden, he casted a word to me. It was neither "Konnichiwa" nor "Sumimasen" but was "Seeeekooooooo?????". Amazed. He said again, "Seeeekooooooo?????" Who the hell knows my name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanekom was there. 3 years ago we together went to China. Last time we've met was 1 and half year ago. He was being in his 20 days graduation trip in central Europe, didn't know that I am in Hungary for a traineeship. I also didn't know that he's in Europe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We later realized the same train from Budapest we took. There are around 15 train lines between 2 cities. More than 30 hostels are in Vienna. But yes, he actually was going to stay in a hostel just one block away from mine, and found me in a completely strange street in Austria (the only country in this entire world a palace so called Belvedele exists).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belvedele has special meaning. It is a nickname of The MC office of AIESEC in Japan (Kanekom was MCER last year). For sure we went there the next day(Here is the "kiss" drawn by Klimt). Old fellow, fine beer. That was precious moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/IP5q0tei9OrlGkM17zx0Pg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SaWSYJ-ZRmI/AAAAAAAAPC4/8QNBxpOi8KI/s800/DSCN7663.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/toshiakiseko/RecentlyUpdated?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Recently Updated&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime miracle happens. &lt;br /&gt;Who's gonna say "No" to the possibility of Japan would win the next world cup then?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4069045854153111246-5378162449702745069?l=yoshibee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SaWMmNFcpPI/AAAAAAAAPCw/m-jQqNLgEc8/s72-c/DSCN7661.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069045854153111246.post-478324160337443739</id><published>2009-02-18T18:40:00.012+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T10:34:08.738+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><title type='text'>さいきん読んだ本15</title><content type='html'>二週間強、日本ですごしましたが、おとつい、大雪のブダペストに戻ってきました。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;佐野眞一　『あぶく銭師たちよ！―昭和虚人伝』&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=4480034455&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr&amp;nou=1" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;リクルートの江副浩正、&lt;br /&gt;地上げの帝王早坂太吉、&lt;br /&gt;代々木ゼミナールの高宮行男、&lt;br /&gt;占い師の細木数子、&lt;br /&gt;フジテレビの鹿内春雄、&lt;br /&gt;みやこ編み物の斉藤都世子…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;バブル時代に「あぶく銭」を手にした各人の半生を振り返った人物評。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;基本的には拝金主義にまみれた以上の人物を扱き下ろしているが、最後に「さて私たちは彼らを笑えるだろうか」「バブルのような、すさんだ時代をつくったのはだれなのか」という問いかけがある。バブルははじけたとはいえ、社会構造はそんなにかわらない時代に生きている自分ら。だれでもこの6人のように、周りが見えなくなってしまう可能性も、そしてもうそうなってしまっている可能性もあるのだとおもう。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;石川拓治　『奇跡のリンゴ－「絶対不可能」を覆した農家・木村秋則の記録』&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=4344015444&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr&amp;npa=1" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;無農薬栽培に挑戦した青森のリンゴ農家、木村秋則を追ったノンフィクション。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ある意味では、『あぶく銭師たちよ！』に出てくる6人を笑うことのできる稀有な人なのかもしれない。&lt;br /&gt;太り気味の自分が言うのも気が引けるが、「太ったブタよりも痩せたソクラテスになれ」というのは、リクルートの江副氏が東大在学中に総長から聞いた言葉であるらしい。アマゾン本部門で21位という売れっぷりから見ても、自然に従って生きる木村さんは、いまを生きる人から求められているのだろう。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最高におもしろかった。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;村上春樹　『走ることについて語るときに僕の語ること』&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=416369580X&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr&amp;nou=1" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;走る小説家村上春樹の、走ることを中心とした事象録。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;いまや世界の文豪とまで言われる村上春樹の生活を覗くことのできる一冊。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;安直ながら、村上氏の初フルマラソンはアテネからマラトンまでだったと聞いて、自分も挑戦してみたくなった。現在、前向きに検討中…。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;秋道智彌　『クジラは誰のものか』&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=4480064664&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr&amp;npa=1" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ともすれば感情論に走りかねない捕鯨をめぐる議論。人間とクジラの関わり、捕鯨が日本文化に与えた影響など、論点も整理してくれる新書。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ある日、カナダの友達から「おまえら日本人はなんでいまもクジラを食ってるんだ」と言われ、ちょっと口論になった。別のある日、ルーマニアの友達から「今度おれグリンピースに入るわ」と聞かされ、また議論になった。どちらも平行線だったが、勉強不足が恥ずかしかった。そんなこともあって、手にした本書。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;古くから日本人のDNAに刻まれていたと思っていた、この国特有の自然観。忘れ去られて良いわけがないとおもうし、日本人として世界に発信すべきとおもうのだが、どうもというか、やはりというか、自分には、あまり備わっていなかったようだ。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;古来の日本人、とくに高度成長期以前の日本人と、いまの自分とで、自然観に圧倒的な隔たりがあることに気づく。その隔たりは、「変わった」というより「失った」ことで出来たと言ったほうがよいのかもしれない。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;自然との関わりを失ったことでできた隔たり。そのことを、もったいないと思う人がたくさんいるかどうかで、捕鯨のように、地球規模で考える必要がある議論での日本の国際的立場と、ひいては健全な議論自体がなされるかどうかということが、大きく変わってくるのだと思う。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;水村美苗　『日本語が亡びるとき－英語の世紀の中で』&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=4480814965&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr&amp;npa=1" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;この本のはじめでは、多くの人がなんとなく気づいている「英語くらいできないと…」という事実を、改めて積極的に露呈してみせる。そして、そう遠くないうちに日本語で文学がなされることはなくなると、やや終末論的ながらも展開する。ネットでもいろいろと物議を醸した問題作、話題の書。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;たとえば、先のクジラの例でいえば、Facebookの「FUCK OFF JAPAN... LEAVE THE WHALES ALONE!!!!」というコミュニティには、世界中に31万人をこえる登録者がいる。当たり前だが、彼らと議論するには、理路整然と持論を展開できるだけの英語が必要になる。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;グローバリゼーションのなかで、なんとも生きづらい時代に生きているとおもう。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;本書の主張は、たぶん正しいのだろうと感じる。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;鷲谷いづみ『自然再生　－持続可能な生態系のために』&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=4121017528&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr&amp;npa=1" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人間は自然の一部で、他の生き物がいないと生きていけない。&lt;br /&gt;それを足枷と見なしていようとも、無自覚であったとしても、事実としてそれは変わらない。&lt;br /&gt;本書は自然との共生を説いており、新書のわりに例も豊富で、勉強になった。&lt;br /&gt;ただ、副題が大仰に聞こえてしまうのが、少しだけ残念。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;山本兼一　『利休にたずねよ』&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=4569702767&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr&amp;npa=1" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;千利休切腹までをドラマティック描いた小説。&lt;br /&gt;独特の世界観は、大河ドラマでは難しいだろうな。&lt;br /&gt;そしてたぶん、ドラマにしたところで、大衆受けはしなさそうな作品。&lt;br /&gt;美しくて、含蓄のある漢詩も魅力的。&lt;br /&gt;改めておもう。こんなストーリーを創ってしまう小説家の想像力はすごい。&lt;br /&gt;「こんな器の人間がどこかにいてほしい、現代にも」&lt;br /&gt;筆者の想いはそういうところにあるのかなと感じた。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;田中森一　『塀のウチでもソトでもしゃあない男ら』&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=4062149451&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr&amp;npa=1" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;検事、弁護士、そして囚人まで経験した田中氏の交遊録。&lt;br /&gt;内容は過激ですが、気軽に読めます。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;城山三郎　『そうか、もう君はいないのか』&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=4103108177&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr&amp;npa=1" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;小説家城山氏が、奥さんに先立たれてから自らも亡くなる寸前に綴ったもの。&lt;br /&gt;最後は病気に犯されつつも、書いててすごく楽しかったんじゃないかな、なんて勘ぐりたくなるくらい、全体通して気持ちがいい自叙伝。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4069045854153111246-478324160337443739?l=yoshibee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/feeds/478324160337443739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4069045854153111246&amp;postID=478324160337443739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/478324160337443739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/478324160337443739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/2009/02/15.html' title='さいきん読んだ本15'/><author><name>Yoshibee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SC__AvOhvQI/AAAAAAAAF1I/02IzcROjF8k/S220/IMG_0039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069045854153111246.post-190146436612857425</id><published>2009-02-11T14:00:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T10:34:08.738+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><title type='text'>さいきん読んだ本14</title><content type='html'>立川談春　『赤めだか』&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=4594056156&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr&amp;npa=1" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;立川談志の弟子、立川談春の半生が綴られたエッセイ。引き出しの多い噺家の歯切れのいい文章と、下町根性の息づく粋な会話を感じられる一冊。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;内村鑑三　『代表的日本人』&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=4003311930&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr&amp;npa=1" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;名著。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ベネディクト・アンダーソン　『想像の共同体』&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=488611508X&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr&amp;npa=1" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;グローバリゼーション関連の本ならばたいてい引用される新古典。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;イブリン・ホン 著　北井一、原後雄太 訳　『サラワクの先住民　消えゆく森に生きる』&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=4588352113&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr&amp;npa=1" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;マレーシア、ボルネオ島西部のジャングルで生活していた原住民が、「開発」のために暮らしを追われる様を描いたレポート。ふるくからその土地に暮らしていた人々が、木材輸出や農作地確保という理由で、あっけなく誇りを失ってしまうまでが、痛々しいほどに記述されている。日本でいつでも紙や資源を利用できる便利さの背景には、ジャングルに生きた現地民の悲哀な歴史があることを直視できる一冊。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;板坂元　『英語で話す「日本の謎」Q＆A』&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=4770040342&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr&amp;npa=1" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;タイトルどおりの本。軽め。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;江村洋　『ハプスブルク家の女たち』&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=4061491512&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr&amp;npa=1" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;オーストリアやハンガリーに大河ドラマのようなものがあれば、ハプスブルグ家の登場人物だけで１世紀はネタに困らないだろう。同著者はハプスブルク家関連の著書をいくつも残しているが、どれも人間味あふれる描き方がなされているため、その読書体験はまさにドラマのシナリオを追っていくような感じだ。篤姫ならばマリア・テレジア、天地人ならメッテルニヒか…。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;日本には歴史小説は山ほどあり、そのほとんどが巧みな人物描写がされているが、西欧でも同じような文化があるのだろうか。呼んでみたことも詳しく調べたこともないのでわからないが、本屋をぶらっと歩いてみる感じでは、それほど盛んなわけでもなさそう、という印象。チャンスがあれば西欧の歴史小説も読んでみたい。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;マルクス・ジョルジュ著　盛田常夫編訳　『異星人伝説　20世紀を創ったハンガリー人』&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=4535783314&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr&amp;npa=1" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ジョージ・ソロスやウィグナーなど、20世紀に生きたハンガリーの代表的な識者・科学者の人物評短編集。軽めだが、ある程度の知識を備えた人向け。そして、できれば原書で読むのがいいと思う。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;寺田生子、渡辺美紀著　『レヒネル・エデンの建築探訪』&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=4395004253&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr&amp;npa=1" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ハンガリーを代表するアール・ヌーヴォーの建築家、レヒネル･エデンの建築解説。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;外山純子　『ブダペスト旅物語』&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=448780082X&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr&amp;npa=1" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;数あるブダペスト旅行記のなかでは、本書がいちばん読みやすく写真も豊富なので、『～都市伝説』と同様おすすめできる。ポイントを抑えつつもコンパクトに収まっているので、ブダペスト旅行前にさっと読むと、かなり旅が楽しくなるとおもう。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;重松清　『ビタミンF』&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=4104075035&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr&amp;npa=1" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;以前は興味のなかった小説も、さいきんはよく読む。これはブダペスト、コルヴィヌス大学ちかくの古本屋で見つけたもの。家族がテーマの小説６集。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;重松清　『気をつけ、礼』&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=4104075094&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr&amp;npa=1" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;師弟関係がテーマの小説６集。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;津村記久子　『ポトスライムの舟』&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=4062152878&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr&amp;npa=1" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;東京滞在のあいま、神田に出た折、時間もなかったので帯も見ずにたまたま手にした本書は2008年下半期の芥川賞だった。さりげないのに重みのある、時勢をとらえたリアルな描写が魅力的。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4069045854153111246-190146436612857425?l=yoshibee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/feeds/190146436612857425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4069045854153111246&amp;postID=190146436612857425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/190146436612857425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/190146436612857425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/2009/02/14.html' title='さいきん読んだ本14'/><author><name>Yoshibee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SC__AvOhvQI/AAAAAAAAF1I/02IzcROjF8k/S220/IMG_0039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069045854153111246.post-558336862149797487</id><published>2009-02-06T08:56:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T16:31:05.986+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel Sketch'/><title type='text'>Goodbye Tokyo</title><content type='html'>I am so happy for officially saying good bye to Tokyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate non-wifi-cafe, I cannot stand with mod, I do not understand too much of advertisements.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soba for breakfast, Onigiri for lunch, Ramen for supper.....&lt;br /&gt;School girls, pretty womens, polite behavior.....&lt;br /&gt;Evis, Kirin, Umeshu.....&lt;br /&gt;Yoshinoya, Starbacks.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Street of book store at Kanda,&lt;br /&gt;Mecca of gay at Shinjuku,&lt;br /&gt;Quiet residence, Konosu.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/C3X5CJPdz5VQ3myvo_cPIQ?authkey=4mHlI5_juCE&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SYvs3LVn4yI/AAAAAAAAPBs/Ps-HxTV14Zo/s800/CA3C0100%20%281%29.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;toshiakiseko &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/toshiakiseko/DropBox?authkey=4mHlI5_juCE&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;drop box&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4069045854153111246-558336862149797487?l=yoshibee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/feeds/558336862149797487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4069045854153111246&amp;postID=558336862149797487' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/558336862149797487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/558336862149797487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/2009/02/goodbye-tokyo.html' title='Goodbye Tokyo'/><author><name>Yoshibee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SC__AvOhvQI/AAAAAAAAF1I/02IzcROjF8k/S220/IMG_0039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SYvs3LVn4yI/AAAAAAAAPBs/Ps-HxTV14Zo/s72-c/CA3C0100%20%281%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069045854153111246.post-4990617862660693007</id><published>2009-01-26T22:18:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T16:49:14.687+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short Notice'/><title type='text'>Going Home Temporarily</title><content type='html'>Jan 30th to Feb 16th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purpose1, to submit a paper to univ for extending the duration of absence.&lt;br /&gt;Purpose2, to build cooperation with potential partners. &lt;br /&gt;Purpose3, to get wested with dirty fellows and my missing liquids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking about the purpose 2, I know this stay will be one of my high light of internship. I am going to visit around 20 travel agencies and try to make new partnerships by explaining the sales point of our company and how attractive and hopeful Hungary is as a trip destination for everyone. For instance, not less people take it regarded that winter is not the right timing for travelers. There are several big events, however, like ball or Christmas market, and Winter is best for taking pictures toward nature. Introducing this kind of unknown aspect of Hungary, I am obligated to convince persons in charge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent almost all last 2 month as preparation for this chance. My company already gave me not less amount of money as a expenditure for 2 weeks. If I could not make it, having already started to feel guilty for receiving my share, even worse the conscience would go. I have to go for it. That's the way to reward to people who has supported me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Already 8 month have passed since I started working here. 3 days to the flight, now I am having most "getting excited" times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4069045854153111246-4990617862660693007?l=yoshibee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/feeds/4990617862660693007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4069045854153111246&amp;postID=4990617862660693007' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/4990617862660693007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/4990617862660693007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/2009/01/going-home-temporarily.html' title='Going Home Temporarily'/><author><name>Yoshibee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SC__AvOhvQI/AAAAAAAAF1I/02IzcROjF8k/S220/IMG_0039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069045854153111246.post-9017660851958543429</id><published>2009-01-10T17:09:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T16:31:05.986+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel Sketch'/><title type='text'>Slovenia and Italy</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ug2T_4JBo0VQLIYBFLuw8g?authkey=4mHlI5_juCE&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SWjH89t7wwI/AAAAAAAAO0w/FC2cC9237-c/s800/n904250225_5518850_5412.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/toshiakiseko/DropBox?authkey=4mHlI5_juCE&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;drop box&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never go for traveling without taking pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people do hate to be caught in photos saying like "enjoying present moment comes first, not saving memories", but I hardly believe that. Pictures make it easy to remember the memories, and more importantly, sharing funny moment with friends makes us happier than simply enjoying sightseeing alone. Pictures, memories, ideas, different cultures, beers, mangas, stuffed cabbage etc....Whatever, it's always more fun to share with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 month ago i bought a new camera, very good quality of Cyber Shot. 8 mega pixel in smaller than palm size. Sony released my problem of grasping the atmosphere when I focus on a object in dark or warm place, especially when i wonder whether flash should be required or not. Using it, the pictures never goes too dark nor too brightened. I was really feeling good by seeing fine, good-mood, exquisite shots which my dude Sony gave me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among Christmas holidays, Me and a Japanese friend of mine went to Ljubljana, lake Bred, Venice, Milan, and Torino. I pressed the shutter toward breathtaking views or buildings. On new year's eve, I came back to Budapest to get in a New Year's party (on top is from the party). After enjoying house party, we climbed up Buda castle to see fireworks. There, I lost my dude. I lost my cyber shot somewhere in the castle, with 400 pictures in Slovenia and in Italy. This was, how I started brand new year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then here, so as to prove how boring to introduce my journey, so as to get convinced those who think taking pictures just as waste of time, comes the list which I did. I am really happy if you would get to spend more time to take pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Well, NO.&lt;/span&gt; I have changed my mind. Enjoy pictures which i downloaded through website surfing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ljubljana &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-paid 50 EURO for the ticket to Ljubljana, for both way&lt;br /&gt;-Ljubljana is beautiful city, though half a day is completely enough to cover the main areas&lt;br /&gt;-danced in Latvian, Hungarian, and Alaskan style with Slovenian music&lt;br /&gt;-tasty fried squid goes with beer so well&lt;br /&gt;-Dragon, usually regarded as enemy among European people, is however the symbol of Ljubljana. Dragon is thought as a sacred animal in East Asian countries as you can see the pictures in Chinese restaurant. But you know how can you tell the difference between Japanese and Chinese dragon? It often happens that Chinese dragon has 5 fingers and Japanese dragon has 3 fingers. Interestingly, paintings of dragons in SHURI-CASTEL, the castel used to be a palace of Ryukyu empire (the islands nowadays regarded as Okinawa prefecture of Japan and located just in the middle of China and Japan) is described with 4 fingers. That well represents once Ryukyu island was flourished for trading before Japanese Meiji government conquered. Then, how many fingers does the dragon of Ljubljana have? It has 3, the same number which Dragon in Japan has. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/CVR5q5UwzSXhCNsSjSxZow?authkey=4mHlI5_juCE&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SWnTLiEiGGI/AAAAAAAAO1s/SfqvDuwnfds/s800/Ljubljana_dragon.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/toshiakiseko/DropBox?authkey=4mHlI5_juCE&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;drop box&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lake Bred&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Lake Bred is more the place to visit rather than the capital&lt;br /&gt;-Paid 10 Euro to reach the island in freezing weather&lt;br /&gt;-a Japanese Speaking interpreter suddenly started to talk with us and let us know that Becky (Japanese TV performer) and film director Izutsu are supposed to come to the island 3 days after we visited&lt;br /&gt;-the guy is named Dragan, and also said he is a frend of Dragan Stojković&lt;br /&gt;-If you head for Slovenia, call me since i stayed the best hostel ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/NADHSR1P674sP5HC--mmcA?authkey=4mHlI5_juCE&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SWnTPhs9uxI/AAAAAAAAO2A/fGSZEV-ZgPs/s800/BlejskiOtok5.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/toshiakiseko/DropBox?authkey=4mHlI5_juCE&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;drop box&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Venice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Venice requires at least 2 days&lt;br /&gt;-saw the "Last supper" draw not by Leonardo da Vinci&lt;br /&gt;-saw the "Pieta" made not by Michelangelo&lt;br /&gt;-I should have not bought anything, one of the most expensive city in this entire world. Seeing around is completely enough&lt;br /&gt;-beyond any description, different from any other city. just perfect as a city&lt;br /&gt;-no taxi, no bus, no motor bike, no garbage truck. it just has boats.&lt;br /&gt;-do not forget to come with your sweethearts, otherwise you would feel miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/3p3btOUxb3fHrMmDvLf0Mg?authkey=4mHlI5_juCE&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SWnTNSFbq8I/AAAAAAAAO18/aKTOH7afWLw/s800/14venice.xlarge1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/toshiakiseko/DropBox?authkey=4mHlI5_juCE&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;drop box&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Milan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-"bar" does not always mean places to have a drink. it sells chocolates, breads, lotteries, and even transportation tickets, &lt;br /&gt;-When i visited the restaurant, one Italian guys approached me saying "NANIWO NOMU ?(what do you take for a drink in JPN)". He's young guy named Marco said once he'd stayed in Takadanobaba working at a night club in Roppongi as a body guard. We enjoyed talking so much about a lot of stuff. The master of the restaurant, staffs and random customers, we all just get together and talked a lot. Unfortunately this was the only chance in Italy to get to know with local people, but thanks to him I was so informed about the city, about how they think about Milan. Seriously i did not need to bring any guide book since they pointed out several funny spots. &lt;br /&gt;Marco cannot speak Japanese, but only know some words which he used in the night club. According to him, Italians goes every country as long as there are beautiful ladies, and he also told me that one of his lifetime to-do list is to have a family in Italy and to visit Japan frequently by himself, all alone. He never take his future wife with him when he goes to Japan, he said.&lt;br /&gt;-was declined to visit inside the museum which has "Last Supper" by Leonardo da Vinci. Reception said everyone should make a reservation 3 weeks in advance. I really hate the idea. Who owns the human kind's treasure in such a terrible way?&lt;br /&gt;-Paid 12.5 EUR and participated 30-minutes-long inside guiding tour of San-Siro stadium, the home ground of AC Milan and Inter Milan. Saw the trophies of champion league or Toyota cup. Got inside of both team's changing room(Really high tech, brilliant, totally clean, no bad smell). Seated the bench of Paulo Maldini, the god of Italian football world and took a picture(it is really shame that i lost my camera at this point). Also seated, sniffed, gently touched the benches of other super stars like Ronaldinho, Kaka, Seedorf, Gattuso etc....  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/_ywOea2jMnOa-Mef_y59hg?authkey=4mHlI5_juCE&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SWnTMSYU0dI/AAAAAAAAO1w/fKV6BoVFAEM/s800/milan%20change.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/toshiakiseko/DropBox?authkey=4mHlI5_juCE&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;drop box&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Torino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-honestly speaking, really feeling bored in Mialno so changed my mind to visit Torino.&lt;br /&gt;-Extremely cold.&lt;br /&gt;-half day is enough.&lt;br /&gt;-Relatively small city, and compact. I just imagine how many beautiful cities like Torino are in Italy, and perfectly realized that it is just impossible to cover whole fine cities in Europe. No one can do that as long as they got to a backpacker in their whole life or something.&lt;br /&gt;-had 6th pizza in Italy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/2lzIkiQGxhl82r4aXwUTcw?authkey=4mHlI5_juCE&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SWnTNZuCEFI/AAAAAAAAO14/fqJkhka5zvM/s800/SI._To._Torino.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/toshiakiseko/DropBox?authkey=4mHlI5_juCE&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;drop box&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding the cans out of the window for 3 minutes. This is how we made the beer cooler in a train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/hVQtu6wZvpY5Pq_Tms6g2w?authkey=4mHlI5_juCE&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SWnTMlfCDHI/AAAAAAAAO10/XeLkJaFLA3c/s800/DSC05200.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/toshiakiseko/DropBox?authkey=4mHlI5_juCE&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;drop box&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4069045854153111246-9017660851958543429?l=yoshibee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/feeds/9017660851958543429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4069045854153111246&amp;postID=9017660851958543429' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/9017660851958543429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/9017660851958543429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/2009/01/slovenia-and-italy.html' title='Slovenia and Italy'/><author><name>Yoshibee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SC__AvOhvQI/AAAAAAAAF1I/02IzcROjF8k/S220/IMG_0039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SWjH89t7wwI/AAAAAAAAO0w/FC2cC9237-c/s72-c/n904250225_5518850_5412.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069045854153111246.post-4973054105298488296</id><published>2008-12-26T00:08:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T16:31:05.986+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel Sketch'/><title type='text'>From Ljubljana, with Erasmus Students</title><content type='html'>From Ljubljana, the capital city of Slovenia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As some of my friends had imagined already, local people's here in Europe getting excited for Christmas days. Most of them spend the time with their families, having fun with friends and partying... Me, from 24th till 4th of January, thankfully got 12 days off, on the 2nd day of 8 days trip to Slovenia and Italy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if often the case for staying in dormitory, we just got socialized with 2 Portuguese students who are majoring computer science. They are also tripping mainly in Eastern and Southern Europe in Christmas and New Year's holiday. Currently they are studying in Romania as Erasmus exchange student. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea of Erasmus educational program is basically like; All the university students in Europe, no matter what studies they are taking, have to spend at least one semester in another country so as to get the degree. It happens all the schools in countries which belong to European Union. Having spent 7 month in Europe, I have seen Erasmus group of guys more than 5 times(Budapest, Poland, Bosnia... they are everywhere).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why i was not surprised when one of them said "We know we've experienced good times. It is really important to get to know the difference in other countries, about cultures, studies, business mind or life styles" answering to my question as "What made you motivated to spend half a year in Romania?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also asked them whether they possibly get willing to study in another country in case there's no such programs like Erasmus. Then both of them shook their heads. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you imagine about students who's studying computer science? Do you think they would say they are interested in other cultures and actually do study abroad? i could hardly believe before coming here. But here in Europe, such students are easily findable everywhere in AIESEC or in Erasmus. Here, let me stress once more that all the students in European Union has to spend at least one semester in other countries. I just do not know how much Japanese students in faculty of computer science are open-minded toward for being global, however apparently Educational programs like Erasmus are at least valuable for making European youngsters to be so.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the table filled up with Slovenian specialties, we have talked with more than this topic. I can say I love traveling, simply because some good guys appears every time rather than because of mere sightseeing stuff. We will check out in 1 hour and go see lake bled. After that, I alone head for Venice and Milan by night train. Alone, but hope to meet to another accidental encounters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4069045854153111246-4973054105298488296?l=yoshibee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/feeds/4973054105298488296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4069045854153111246&amp;postID=4973054105298488296' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/4973054105298488296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/4973054105298488296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/2008/12/from-ljubljana-with-erasmus-students.html' title='From Ljubljana, with Erasmus Students'/><author><name>Yoshibee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SC__AvOhvQI/AAAAAAAAF1I/02IzcROjF8k/S220/IMG_0039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069045854153111246.post-5400298454308260937</id><published>2008-12-21T11:58:00.014+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T16:31:05.986+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel Sketch'/><title type='text'>Bosnia, Herzegovina and Accidental Encounters</title><content type='html'>I don't know why I wrote down so long entry, being so careless for readers. For those who do not want to read through, please check my pictures at least. You can find the Flickr flash slide at the middle of this post. 50 pictures are included with descriptions(in order to read it, please click information icon). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To write down about the travel, it is always required so much time, but i believe it is deserved. Bosnia and Herzegovina is such a beautiful country. Feel free to leave some comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SU4nHUpgzrI/AAAAAAAAOx4/QxoxdSM_9ws/s1600-h/DSC00874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SU4nHUpgzrI/AAAAAAAAOx4/QxoxdSM_9ws/s400/DSC00874.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282202419707563698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Romeo, a Rumanian friend of mine, asked me if I would like to attend in an AIESEC national conference in Sarajevo, I was thrilled a bit with expectation for getting to know about one of the most uncommon countries. By hearing the name of Sarajevo, I could not identify which country the city is in. I only assumed it should be somewhere around southern Europe, might be between Greece and Hungary, and could be lied in former Yugoslavian countries, but it sounded really familiar for me. Sarajevo. I have heard the name probably in some video games, maybe in Dragon Quest 5. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/GFb-Us9g4YDf5Asdlakq_A?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SS04pox281I/AAAAAAAAOpY/yzgG51nE00Y/s800/n659235542_4997929_7450.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/toshiakiseko/Yoshibee?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Yoshibee&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore at the time I saw the national flag of Bosnia/Herzegovina for the first time through Romeo’s blog, I seriously thought this should be the one for a football club, not for a nation. I know nothing about the country. That is why I was excited, especially for talking with local people. I took 2 days off and spent 4 days there in total. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning, I woke up at 7AM and hopped in international railway. Having used international lines for 2 times so far, in both case something occurred to me. Something bad, something disgusting, something saddens me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I anticipated, it happened when train stopped at Croatian/Bosnian border for passport checking. As is often the case for passport controllers, 2 rugged armed men came closer to me, and instructed to show the passport. I did. After that, they asked if I had cigarette or alcohol stuff, and asked me to show them. Actually I brought one bottle of sake and a package of Mild Seven (Japanese tobacco) as souvenirs to AIESEC members there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did show them. Then, yes, they asked me to give the stuff to them. I didn’t, saying “No, sir, sorry, No sir. This is something I must give to a friend of mine. Sorry”.  They were still saying something in different language which I cannot understand, but finally left with my passport to stamp on it. I could save my stuff but was afraid and doubting the risk they got mad against me not to give me the stamp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 5 minutes later, they came back to my compartment and returned the passport with small black stamp. Once I got it, they again started asking me to give the Japanese specialities. I suggested that they may take 1 or 2 pieces of tobacco if they are going to smoke right at that time, but they declined my offer with compromise saying “I am interested in this package, I want to keep it, give me the whole one”.  Though I know I need not care that much, I didn’t give it. I might think such attitude would be the revenge against former station officers whom I have ever met in Europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of them showed up again. I was totally convinced and got ready for giving it to them. But he was lightly smiling and saying something different. Apparently, he was informing me the presence of another Japanese girl in same wagon and urging me to say hello to her. Then I did, without any hesitation. I found one Japanese lady and one Canadian guy were playing card game together. Having got tired of reading, I said hello to them and moved in their compartment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoko, the Japanese lady looked more or less 5 years older than me, wearing deep pink jeans and tight black jacket, had been traveling over Europe more than 10 month. Jason, the Canadian guy who had just turned to be 18 years old carrying huge and vivid backpack, was also limitless traveler and said would keep hanging around until the money runs out. He said he had been traveling for 3 month at that time. I joined the card game. It was 21:30 when we had arrived to Sarajevo, 12 hours ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarajevo was iced, and it was snowing. Actually I was supposed to call Romeo to check the place of AIESEC conference as soon as i arrived to the station, but at this moment my motivation for appearing was disappeared in frozen air in Sarajevo. I decided to team up with Yoko and Jason. We 3 people luckily found relatively cheap hostel to stay. Looking back, this decision is the starting of random encountering. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as we arrived to the hostel, a group of Finnish people were getting ready for going out for drinking. After small talk, they turned out to be students from educational program named Erasmus learning in Budapest for one semester. What a coincidence. Jason and I joined them and had great time together over local beer called Sajaevoska. We promised to hang out together with them and got tight sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day  I noticed Karly. She is also another AIESEC trainee in Hungary from Hong Kong, and we were supposed to meet up in Sarajevo, but actually we have not seen with each other. Even worse, because of less contact, we finally at this moment accidentally happened to meet up. To my surprise, she stayed in a same hostel.  At the same time we have also met with 2 other Canadian guys stayed in same room. At the breakfast, once I started to introduce myself to them saying “I’m Japanese or something”, suddenly a small Asian girl asked me in British accent “Do you know a Japanese guy named Seko perhaps?  He’s from student organization named AIESEC.” Then I told her the guy you had looked for was me. Possibly we have met before in Budapest, but simply we could not identify our faces with names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonia, a Swiss female student who's also traveling Europe for 1 month together, stayed in a same dormitory. So we (Jason, 9 Finnish guys, Karly, Sonia, and me) made a group and hanged around the Sarajevo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width='600' height='600'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.slideflickr.com/slide/JfxoiNIX'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.slideflickr.com/slide/JfxoiNIX' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='500' height='500'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After finishing the sightseeing, we have encountered with Romeo. He finished the sightseeing and on the way to grab something to eat, with 2 of his friends: Natalia, a Polish girl studying and doing AIESEC in Rome. Also Mesut, a Turkish guy from AIESEC.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before long, the 2 Canadians and one Bengali British guy also joined us. Another guy from Tunisia, actually he’s the President of member committee in Bosnia/Herzegovina and also the only trainee in this country, got together for a drink. We went out to a bar. Then 2 French and 2 more Finnish guys from Erasmus, and 3 or 4 local AIESEC members also showed up. If I am not mistaken, yes, that’s all. I was alone when I hopped in a train right exactly the day before. Then suddenly we were more than 30 people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, at this point, I can see the cultural difference. In Japan, it requires much time to be titled to show up parties. Speaking to which, in most cases no one is allowed to be accompanied with strangers because it is atmosphere that counts for a party. A kind of, let's say concerned, or united atmosphere. Among Japanese people, maybe it is because of,,, i don't know but possibly difference of distance. Distance between one and the other one. Here in Europe, that is close enough to join in every party no matter how stranger I am, and enough to kiss with each other in public areas or just in front of girlfriend's mom. Japanese requires so much time to get invitation for party, and seldom, if ever will be able to kiss in front of their parents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day, we lazy non-planning old people (Romeo, Sonia, Natalie and me) followed the idea proposed from enthusiastic young Canadian(Jason), the guy answered me it was Lonely Planet in Europe when I asked what his religion is. According to his bible, we woke up at 6:00 and took the train starts at 7:00. We headed for Mostar. I just had no idea about the area, even did not know that whether it is Bosnia or Herzegovina. But indeed, I have to appreciate him for suggesting us such a great plan. Go for the slide show if you wanna see the details in Mostar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SU5Vp0yabjI/AAAAAAAAOyw/C6goaWi_-WE/s1600-h/DSC01128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SU5Vp0yabjI/AAAAAAAAOyw/C6goaWi_-WE/s400/DSC01128.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282253589985259058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SU5UvWkfl3I/AAAAAAAAOyo/hJL1rMQFo2g/s1600-h/DSC01120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SU5UvWkfl3I/AAAAAAAAOyo/hJL1rMQFo2g/s400/DSC01120.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282252585441400690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SU5URtLLB_I/AAAAAAAAOyg/bBrcOhd6bdA/s1600-h/DSC01117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SU5URtLLB_I/AAAAAAAAOyg/bBrcOhd6bdA/s400/DSC01117.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282252076113135602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SU5TslYmXyI/AAAAAAAAOyY/3mtCMxH3AfI/s1600-h/DSC01103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SU5TslYmXyI/AAAAAAAAOyY/3mtCMxH3AfI/s400/DSC01103.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282251438366809890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japanese National flag printed on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SU5S-uFgooI/AAAAAAAAOyI/BjN9b5-JYCE/s1600-h/DSC01089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SU5S-uFgooI/AAAAAAAAOyI/BjN9b5-JYCE/s400/DSC01089.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282250650428678786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SU5SrbIDKzI/AAAAAAAAOyA/Yp8t-Uk7SF4/s1600-h/DSC01087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SU5SrbIDKzI/AAAAAAAAOyA/Yp8t-Uk7SF4/s400/DSC01087.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282250318921542450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the train, it happened. We met one old lady, and It was disaster because she; &lt;br /&gt;begged and took my 5 mark (2.5EUR) without saying thanks, suddenly kissed me, always been with us not only on train but also in Moster as well, guided us to Bosnian local restaurant, invite us to her friend's house to have a party, introduced us another student from Singapore (this is the only stuff for which I said honestly thanks to her), gave me a piece of warm cheese, scold me for not eating the cheese, made taxi driver mad , coughing all the time.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so fed up, but to my serious surprise we had been together with her more than half of our time in Mostar. But I know I have to appreciate her for that she amazingly introduced one Singaporean student, one Japanese jeweler, one Korean student, and one of her relative to us. How ? She just suddenly and fiercely said "Hello my friend, come! you come with me! I have good plan!! Mostar is nice city !! Party !! Party at my friend's house !! Come !!" as soon as she saw foreigners on a street. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/4oW0YJOGRYp91mXbHdpH7A?authkey=4mHlI5_juCE&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SW9ozwA3OXI/AAAAAAAAO24/j93ZYw0nKck/s800/DSC01122.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/toshiakiseko/DropBox?authkey=4mHlI5_juCE&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;drop box&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Party at her friend's house. How come she and her firend opened the door to completely strange foreigners just 5 or 6 hours back they met?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always think like, compared with Japan, honestly speaking I have so many things to complain about Hungarian/European society. There is one thing, however, which reminds me of how good to live in this areas. To socialize with others is very much as easy as to taking breath in and out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of European people are so open, never care about small stuff, just are keen to talk with others, and are always trying to meet with new people. Speaking about human relationship, looking back this rapid fire meeting with new people only and actually in 2 days, as an Asian guy living in Europe for his first time, for me at least, I think so. I just think this is something completely different from that of Japanese, and probably we have to face up to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Japanese government is spending more than 130 billion US dollars per one year (data it up to 2006)just for ODA(Overseas Development Assistance) so as to provide every kind of support toward so called developing countries. For almost 50 years, our tax have been used for the same purpose, for the countries where there are poorest people are living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what did we get in return? Isn't it good for Japanese that to remain closed, or not being interested in other cultures. There are millions of social problems in Japan. Evey year, more than 10,000 people died from Karoshi and more than 30,000 people died by committing suicide.  Just Imagine 90 people killed themselves today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no countries being with no problems. It does not matter whether they are succeeded financially or not. If people in Mostar solve their problems with financial aid from Japan, then why we cannot solve our problem with some kind of aid from people in Mostar? We should think about how Mostar assist Japan, if we really want to built real cooperation ship. It is out of question to regard ourselves should be looked up to by Mostar, that's nothing with cooperation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, "Cooperation" is written as "協力" in Japanese. Maybe you know that Japanese character has each meanings on each characters. "協力(cooperation)" is made from one "+" on the left, and one big "力" and three small "力". Can you see ? I know you know what "+" means.... it is "Plus", even in Japanese, of course. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And "力" means "Power". So "協力"(cooperation)" is a word of combination means like "Put the power together". You know ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/U9Cjn4Yi3hklrcwlEZFjXw?authkey=4mHlI5_juCE&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SW9v9XxbNWI/AAAAAAAAO3U/19Iympo5UL8/s800/DSC01058.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/toshiakiseko/DropBox?authkey=4mHlI5_juCE&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;drop box&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, What I learned from Bosnia/Herzegovina? I hardly understand. I just saw a lot of graves, damaged building, beautiful natures. I just talked with local people. Just still trying figure out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4069045854153111246-5400298454308260937?l=yoshibee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/feeds/5400298454308260937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4069045854153111246&amp;postID=5400298454308260937' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/5400298454308260937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/5400298454308260937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/2008/12/bosnia-and-herzegovina-and-accidental.html' title='Bosnia, Herzegovina and Accidental Encounters'/><author><name>Yoshibee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SC__AvOhvQI/AAAAAAAAF1I/02IzcROjF8k/S220/IMG_0039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SU4nHUpgzrI/AAAAAAAAOx4/QxoxdSM_9ws/s72-c/DSC00874.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069045854153111246.post-1548084152931106649</id><published>2008-12-16T18:37:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T10:34:08.739+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><title type='text'>“A Year Without Made in China”</title><content type='html'>Sara Bongiomi “A Year Without Made in China”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=0470116137&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr&amp;npa=1" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“A Year Without Made in China” is a true life story of Sara Bongiomi and her family. One day, in the morning after the Christmas party, gazing piles of Christmas presents on a table and indications saying as “Made in China” tagged most of the items, she slightly and wonderingly suggested her husband to stop bringing any more Chinese stuffs to their house. From the next New Year’s Day 1 year onwards, they basically accomplished the promise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strictly speaking, however, readers would easily realize that their real life and one year experiment is not regarded as successful. After all, she is rule book itself. She had changed the rule several times and struggled until the end of the year. Closer the Christmas season comes, especially, harder and harder to survive without Chinese purchases. Toys, shoes and glasses are closest Chinese friends as I estimated from her experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I might have said they just have obtained superficial success, the point is not whether being successful or not, but is being gradually started to pay attention toward their attitude for consumption. They stopped boycotting after survived for 1 year, because that had completely changed their own life. Still they settled more flexible rules again for trying to avoid Chinese products as much as they can, imagining Chinese workers behind the product, believing that is the good way for workers both in China and in other countries.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing on such viewpoint, this book would poke readers in their shoulder, those who does not have brave for China boycotting like she did, and give training opportunities so as to be good consumers.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funniest part is when they bought monopoly, the board game. She turned it over and checked it is written as “Made in U.S” at the bottom of the box. After they got home they opened it, and found a small plastic package of pieces printed as “Made in China”. They gave it back to the store and that made their kids wondered and being sad a bit. I bet in all likelihood readers can easily be lured by the story, and to regard themselves in the end how careless when they pick something from the shelves in a store.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4069045854153111246-1548084152931106649?l=yoshibee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/feeds/1548084152931106649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4069045854153111246&amp;postID=1548084152931106649' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/1548084152931106649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/1548084152931106649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/2008/12/year-without-made-in-china.html' title='“A Year Without Made in China”'/><author><name>Yoshibee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SC__AvOhvQI/AAAAAAAAF1I/02IzcROjF8k/S220/IMG_0039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069045854153111246.post-2895610319132794680</id><published>2008-12-15T00:42:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T10:34:08.739+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><title type='text'>“Leaving Microsoft to Change the World”</title><content type='html'>John WOOD , “Leaving Microsoft to Change the World” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=006112107X&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr&amp;npa=1" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as I checked online, Best Seller Book Store is the most familiar place among foreigners than any other shops in Budapest. Despite the reputation of the shop, however, it has none of those which I had longed for ages. Therefore, I ordered the shop master to ship 4 books from U.K. which I estimated to be able to finish them up within 3 month.  It is always hard to try on English book, patience and so much time would be required. Since I have a habit to read 7 or 8 kinds of books at the same time, I had no clue how long would it take to cover them all. Books arrived 1 month later, and I have just accomplished over this as first one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Leaving Microsoft to Change the World” is a self biography written by one former Microsoft director of China and Asia Pacific area who made up his mind to quit the post and decided to establish his own organization named “Room to Read” so as to give educational opportunities toward uneducated children all over the world.  According to the website, already 5,900 libraries were built since 2000 to present and 1.8 million children obtained the chance to go to school.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His one time holiday trip for Nepal changed whole his life drastically. There, by accident, he visited local primary schools lacking something supposed to be with; Library. After the struggling of leaving huge amount of salary and life with his girl, finally he decided to start up the NGO. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before long, John met with 17-year-old boy named Vu in Vietnam. His family cannot afford him to go to high school. He is working at hostel reception for 12 hours 7 days long in a week, both in daytime and night time. After the job, he changes his cloth, takes shower, and starts to study computer and language. Because of this he can speak good English although he has only graduated from junior high school. He says he even wants to study other 3 languages at least:French, German and Japanese. Usually he cannot take a sleep longer than 4 hours, sleeping at the storage of the hostel, lying on the card box and wearing thin blanket. There, John succeeded to pass the scholarship for his first time. And his idea and activities would start expanding… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been in charge of Development traineeship at the times when I was in AIESEC. So I have checked so many organizations’ websites for searching suitable NGO as my 1st traineeship, also for 2-weeks-NGO visiting tour in Philippine. But I hardly know any other such simple, well informed, and business like website than &lt;a href="http://www.roomtoread.org/holidays.html"&gt;that of Room to Read.&lt;/a&gt; Full of information. Author also says it is the key to collect the donation that opening as much information as possible and trying to let sponsors easily understand the results.  Portfolio, graph, exact number of educated children by John…. I, at least want readers to visit its home page. In this point, I can say this is not just about the history of one NGO, but also about how-to-think-efficiently or how-to-build-creative-business-mind stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John’s business methods, his passion, local children’s desire for education, the enthusiasm of adults in developing country who are keen to give the chance to their children…. All these are included. Unlike my anxiety, this book gave so much fun enough to finish this up faster than I expected.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4069045854153111246-2895610319132794680?l=yoshibee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/feeds/2895610319132794680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4069045854153111246&amp;postID=2895610319132794680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/2895610319132794680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/2895610319132794680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/2008/12/leaving-microsoft-to-change-world.html' title='“Leaving Microsoft to Change the World”'/><author><name>Yoshibee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SC__AvOhvQI/AAAAAAAAF1I/02IzcROjF8k/S220/IMG_0039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069045854153111246.post-5114344461447601536</id><published>2008-12-13T19:35:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T10:34:08.739+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><title type='text'>さいきん読んだ本13</title><content type='html'>沢木耕太郎『深夜特急1　香港・マカオ』&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=4101235058&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr&amp;npa=1" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;沢木耕太郎『深夜特急2　マレー半島・シンガポール』&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=4101235066&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr&amp;npa=1" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;沢木耕太郎『深夜特急3　インド・ネパール』&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=4101235074&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr&amp;npa=1" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;沢木耕太郎『深夜特急4　シルクロード』&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=4101235082&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr&amp;npa=1" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;沢木耕太郎『深夜特急5　トルコ・ギリシャ・地中海』&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=4101235090&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr&amp;npa=1" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;沢木耕太郎『深夜特急6　南ヨーロッパ・ロンドン』&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=4101235104&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr&amp;npa=1" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;「インドのデリーからロンドンまで乗合バスで行く」。著者本人の旅の体験をもとに綴られた、1年以上にわらる旅紀行。沢木氏、このとき26歳。いまから30年以上もまえ、ネットカフェも携帯もガイドブックもない時代の旅の記録。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;日常から脱け出し、ふらっと旅にいきたくなるような本。アマゾンのブックレビューにも、「軽々しく読んではいけない」「麻薬のような本」など、ものものしい感想が綴られている。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;この本はとにかくいろんなところで目にする。旅先で会う日本人もたいてい知ってる。まさにバックパッカーのバイブル。この本を買うなら、文庫本がいいと思う。井上陽水、高倉健らとの対話集があとがきに収められていて、こちらも相当おもしろいからだ。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;「わかっていることは、わからないということだけ」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;旅をしても結局ほかの国のことはよくわからないと、筆者ははじめのほうから告白している。「わかっていることは、わからないということだけ」。だから、少し旅行したからといってその国のことをまるで全て知っているかのように話す旅行者を嫌う（そういう人は自分の周りにもよくいる）。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;そんな深夜特急の世界を地で行くような旅をしている高校時代の友達（シキ君）が、こないだブダペストに来た。バングラの小島に取り残されたり、エベレスト登ったりとか、いろいろ聞かせてもらった。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ブダペストは氷点下で雪も降ってるのに、半パン・サンダルで、袋のボロボロ感がそれっぽいギターを抱えて家に来た。4日ほど泊まっていって、マドリードへ飛んだ。いまは南米にいるはずやけど、もうすぐ旅も終わるらしい。旅行代金は東京で半年4つバイトを掛け持ちして貯めたらしい。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2b7JE5OPCH0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2b7JE5OPCH0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SUQmQFk1lJI/AAAAAAAAOww/CLhzKExY_x8/s1600-h/DSC01136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SC__AvOhvQI/AAAAAAAAF1I/02IzcROjF8k/S220/IMG_0039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069045854153111246.post-5425294157240907596</id><published>2008-12-09T16:29:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T16:34:17.904+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Small Things in Budapest'/><title type='text'>NINJA SHOES</title><content type='html'>Tabi, the tight plastic ankle high shoes especially used by farmers or constructors. Toe is divided into 2 piece. Although Tabi had been Japanese traditional socks until 19th century, nowadays only available in farmer's shop, for 1,000-3,000Yen (10-30USD).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.jp/lh/photo/MIrDU_01jklYCIfr8jPSSA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SK0eUv7LDiI/AAAAAAAAJrU/wChlHirzKi0/s400/IMG_0033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.jp/toshiakiseko/080821"&gt;080821&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the point is not how it is, but how it is called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.jp/lh/photo/jrIZcmGlM7CtxJD2gkP-JA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SK0eVHtzMXI/AAAAAAAAJrc/sATukiy2KBg/s400/IMG_0034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.jp/toshiakiseko/080821"&gt;080821&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14,900Ft (=8,500Yen, 85USD). This was main product in this booth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4069045854153111246-5425294157240907596?l=yoshibee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/feeds/5425294157240907596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4069045854153111246&amp;postID=5425294157240907596' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/5425294157240907596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/5425294157240907596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/2008/12/ninja-shoes.html' title='NINJA SHOES'/><author><name>Yoshibee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SC__AvOhvQI/AAAAAAAAF1I/02IzcROjF8k/S220/IMG_0039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SK0eUv7LDiI/AAAAAAAAJrU/wChlHirzKi0/s72-c/IMG_0033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069045854153111246.post-5036585853157774798</id><published>2008-12-02T19:36:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T16:31:05.986+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel Sketch'/><title type='text'>4 reasons why we visited Poland.</title><content type='html'>Date: 22th – 26th. October (3 nights/5 days)&lt;br /&gt;Location: Krakow, Auschwitz-Birkenau, Warsaw, a small train station in Czech Republic.&lt;br /&gt;Polish team members: Carmen, Charley, Raquel, Seko &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 23rd is a Hungarian national holiday. Good thing was that it was on Thursday in this year. Why good?  Since Friday (next day) also changes Holiday. And because of that, we could obtain 4 days weekend at the end of October (In such case basically the Saturday on the last week will be work days, however our boss is kind enough not to order us to come to office on Saturday).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Spanish drunkers and I teamed up for going to Poland, having hoped to visit some of former Polish trainees who already had gone back. Here comes 4 things which I want to blog about our Polish Travel. Who’s gonna read through this post? Enjoy Pictures!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(1)To be beaten by Homeless at a small train station in Czech Republic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey had already begun since when we visited East station in Budapest. We were stupid enough not to buy any train tickets until 5 day before the departure. We tried to buy the direct ticket from Budapest to Krakow, but all of them were sold out.  Even worse, there is no train to Warsaw as well. No wonder. it was national holiday. The day every Hungarian had been waiting for. We went to ticket office 2 times (Friday and Sunday), and asked persistently all the possibilities to get to Krakow, but could not make it. It was when we almost despaired that one station man showed another option.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Katowice, a small city close to Krakow. According to him there is a night train from Budapest to Katowice. The guy unwillingly explained 30 minutes bus ride will take us to Krakow from Katowice. On hearing that, we relieved temporary before he started to give next words. As he mentioned in Hungarian accented English, we had to change trains in some station on the way. We asked which station should we get off, but he told us to ask a conductor as he did not know. We fairly persisted him believing that he must have known the exact spot, but he just kept shaking his head. Finally we gave up and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/24IkNUI2OIG7GDf7ArLnPQ"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SR8qT5-xgoI/AAAAAAAAMbc/ZeXjzhyggk4/s800/DSC00759.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/toshiakiseko/081114"&gt;081114&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the day of departure, we arrived to the station earlier so as to ask conductor about where exactly we should get off and for occupying 4 seats as we had not reservation. After secured our place to sleep, Carmen and I went out for searching him. As soon as we found him and started to ask in English, he turned around as if saying “no questions are available”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we turned to other workers, and asked, but all of them just refused and went away. Even ticket checker s could not comprehend English. They just flattered us and went away. The train was about to depart. We sadly returned to our seats and got prepared to rest. We were so unease but it could not be helped anyway. After small talk, and played Charley’s NINTENDO DS, we totally got to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ours were not reclining seats. It was not easy to sleep comfortably. Having repeated sleeping and waking up, one roly-poly station guy approached to me with annoying big snort, and asked me to show the ticket. I did. And I did not forget to ask the station which we were supposed to get off, but he did not understand, as I expected. After a while, the train stopped at a small station. Then he came to me again then tried to explain something in loud voice enough to wake up surroundings, with disgusting shouting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really was sleepy but doubted here might be the changing spot. Desperately, we asked the guy if here is the place or not in very simple English word by showing our tickets:”Katowice, change?” ”Here is the station?” He nodded, though did not say even yes or no, just kept nodding. He got off and shouted to us something very roughly, but of course we did not understand. Being afraid of we had stopped the train for more than 3 minutes, we finally followed him. The train had gone as soon as we got off. We got rapidly unease as he still kept saying something .Without knowing anything, he was getting upset and angry. Eventually he poked me in my forehead strongly and disappeared leaving his nasty scoff. It was 2:30AM. It was Czech Republic. It was chilly, windy, and scary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to appreciate another female station lady at ticket office for being English available. She kindly, but a bit laughingly told the next train would start at 6:30, which means we were forced to wait in the station until next morning. We headed for lobby and found relatively warm place where there are 8 or 9 benched which were already occupied by homeless people. We had no choice but to sleep on extremely ice cold floor. I could not take any sleep at all. Having given up and hanged around the precinct for almost 1 hour, cursing my inability of my Hungarian, I was thinking about at least train officers working for international line should speak English, or some trivial stuff like that. It was raining outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ZhdiJ0D6_PX8FG1a4F4-Qg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SR8pRr5Gf3I/AAAAAAAAMP4/I9laOd0olU0/s800/DSC00667.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/toshiakiseko/081114"&gt;081114&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ao3LKd7HOTmKb5K55W7VuQ"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SR8nL9Fku3I/AAAAAAAAL5c/GVp3_GhqzCo/s800/DSC00483.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/toshiakiseko/081114"&gt;081114&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/wNUfeY5uYWx4EIZhTRTm2w"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SR8nMrdGybI/AAAAAAAAL5k/6Q7zwYMFwJw/s800/DSC00484.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/toshiakiseko/081114"&gt;081114&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the sound of the lady yelling to homeless to get out, I a bit happily went back to the place which 3 Spanish friends were sleeping, and found all of the homeless totally eliminated. I dashed into one bench and tried my best to get asleep. I guess the temperature was around zero Celsius, but I succeeded, at shortest for 5 minutes. When I was woken up by angry homeless beating me in my ass, I found all of them had just returned their warm home again. She was useless. And his punch was not that light one. Feeling upset though, I pretended to be fast asleep and could gained 30 minutes sleep on poor wood bench in extremely cold building.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(2)To visit Krakow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/pUWRo-u6TJpbH-Xw-1NnjA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SR8nQSW4RPI/AAAAAAAAL6M/skXcuXciJTU/s800/DSC00489.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/toshiakiseko/081114"&gt;081114&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived to Krakow at 10 AM. After leaving our luggage off at hostel, we cheerfully went out for sightseeing. The dormitory was cheap.6 EUR for one night each, includes coffee and sandwich for breakfast. The place was big enough, clean and comfortable. After settled down on each bed, we have started to talk with roommates: an American guy named Ricky and Bulgarian girl studying at Ukraine. Ricky is 26 years old and now traveling around the world. He had stayed in the hostel more than 2 weeks and was writing about his C.V. for his coming job interview. He gave me the direction of Krakow, his impression of Auschwitz, impression of memorial museum of Cambodian massacre and other stories from his trip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/AVNql4sy5_IjEjzXT_idlQ"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SR8nZ-maf4I/AAAAAAAAL8I/azqK4PtsZKU/s800/DSC00504.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/toshiakiseko/081114"&gt;081114&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/cFhsDJHHZQyf0dW-QPUkzA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SR8nScmi96I/AAAAAAAAL6k/dr6uQiWTJ6M/s800/DSC00492.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/toshiakiseko/081114"&gt;081114&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/0_i5wxiIfFrFfl5PoZU41Q"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SR8ncu_fBdI/AAAAAAAAL8w/HY_vo_Rl9u4/s800/DSC00510.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/toshiakiseko/081114"&gt;081114&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/7KRhawI24YmjnI-AZtDaHQ"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SR8nZAvKoPI/AAAAAAAAL8A/K6DU0dba9-g/s800/DSC00503.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/toshiakiseko/081114"&gt;081114&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/kyKV_VZMBIAtYEF6n0iYjg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SR8nacaiePI/AAAAAAAAL8Q/D8d7z3HS0W0/s800/DSC00506.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/toshiakiseko/081114"&gt;081114&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot wine was good, and cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/vX_u0dR3yi5vpJMXbGmFtg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SR8na10jUWI/AAAAAAAAL8Y/mpNcMHgY0Kk/s800/DSC00507.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/toshiakiseko/081114"&gt;081114&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/P9zzNBQhqXPg6K8g4Hy6PQ"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SR8n97TO7pI/AAAAAAAAMCc/xGbe0pwVKhA/s800/DSC00559.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/toshiakiseko/081114"&gt;081114&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/M17j_Vkitsiyv2OsSOFqlg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SR8p0pdYS2I/AAAAAAAAMVw/om4NJ1RIVWY/s800/DSC00713.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/toshiakiseko/081114"&gt;081114&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/tQkU9FJPkmjgqRmdX7cZYw"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SR8n4iiCCtI/AAAAAAAAMBc/mWdcVaqrwVg/s800/DSC00550.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/toshiakiseko/081114"&gt;081114&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/C1CQ371ljADNJGa3VclvPg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SR8n6GysFaI/AAAAAAAAMBs/QAn1blXxOCA/s800/DSC00552.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/toshiakiseko/081114"&gt;081114&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All Jewish restaurants were expensive....at least for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/xvdwmaqKLpDHs7hrIjLD6w"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SR8n7MK-CtI/AAAAAAAAMB8/v_D4PlXQcgw/s800/DSC00554.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/toshiakiseko/081114"&gt;081114&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dumpling:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/O5mhISa6Bqyv-MxajYB_iA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SR8pI2gEr6I/AAAAAAAAMOo/4o-Jp23wAjk/s800/DSC00656.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/toshiakiseko/081114"&gt;081114&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hummmm,,, i do not have so much beautiful pictures of Krakow, but with your own eyes talks more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also met with one Japanese girl who also quitted her job and currently traveling around the world. She said she was 29 years old. She does not speak English. Actually, I have met with this type of backpackers before in Budapest, Prague and Bosnia/Herzegovina, but she looked same as others. Shipwreck. My friend Shiki called them so. “They looked shipwreck. “ I can agree with what he said. She said she has already quitted 2 times, one time was for traveling Asia, and another time is for traveling Europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(3)To visit Auschwitz-Birkenau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the main reason to visit Poland. I guess a lot of people would think Auschwitz was the place millions of people we killed, but actually it was the nearest prison called Birkenau which had been used as massive killing industry.  Both remains are now exposed to all the visitors around the world as free museum. We spent one day to visit there. Unfortunately the most impressive and probably the saddest part of exhibition were not allowed to be pictured. Since I am not confident to explain what I felt there, here I will drop as many pictures as I took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/f6Qf8Tei5VTvr38NEiwmYQ"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SR8oem0TPNI/AAAAAAAAMHA/tcPx7Bid1j8/s800/DSC00596.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/toshiakiseko/081114"&gt;081114&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/HaI8kO02GOUFSw0OWFlZXg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SR8oQCGnISI/AAAAAAAAMFA/7MStga8YzbE/s800/DSC00580.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/toshiakiseko/081114"&gt;081114&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Roo6ToveOFT1pY_Yhr0a4w"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SR8oOi64hdI/AAAAAAAAMEw/0oE9L-0gA4E/s800/DSC00578.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/toshiakiseko/081114"&gt;081114&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/hRFS22WJ4mM23Ve4vHxWfQ"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SR8oV_3FACI/AAAAAAAAMFw/4x95kW3QZt4/s800/DSC00586.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/toshiakiseko/081114"&gt;081114&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/eR2rYDKqcCG6G3-4GnAO0w"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SR8oUuIcoqI/AAAAAAAAMFo/0tYttTGaNbY/s800/DSC00585.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/toshiakiseko/081114"&gt;081114&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wall of Death. Thousand's of people were shot on this wall. There are still many visitors includes Japanese pray for victim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/dsV0hZlv_8F9NybKhoFJXQ"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SR8oa7IgoYI/AAAAAAAAMGg/2-WmG13ljOA/s800/DSC00592.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/toshiakiseko/081114"&gt;081114&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;br /&gt;hanging gallows over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just imagine. Thousands of glasses, tooth brushes, baby shoes, empty bag, clothes, women’s hair, artificial legs, lugs or carpets made from women’s hair, number tattoos on arms, instruments for live human experiments…….Non-private toilet, standing prison (cannot even lay down even after 12 hours work), corn soup like washed-rice-water, 3mm thickness barrack extremely cold wind always goes through, the sound of opening the door which commanded prisoners to work like a dog for full day, 365 days….  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/j_dKTIW1xRFZ50_MPl3Tlw"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SR8ognFqVRI/AAAAAAAAMHU/_iA-xXvr-SM/s800/DSC00598.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/toshiakiseko/081114"&gt;081114&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birkenau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/qRReF8H-A53BFWSpf0UNVA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SR8pBfn3JuI/AAAAAAAAMNI/n3VWFPIQiFQ/s800/DSC00644.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/toshiakiseko/081114"&gt;081114&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this rail leads to death and endless penal servitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/0wrXaORCSDQzEQqVKrkw-g"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SR8ooOpAXPI/AAAAAAAAMIk/H_WdFwNVwig/s800/DSC00608.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/toshiakiseko/081114"&gt;081114&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inside a barrack, pretty cold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/SAH0xPx9yeHg4XNg476dUw"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SR8onkEATSI/AAAAAAAAMIc/C-0hxfJdN18/s800/DSC00607.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/toshiakiseko/081114"&gt;081114&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what. this is toilet. for both gender. no privacy. Man and Women were forced to come here only on fixed time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/bRhK6xVuOhzfy7f4Sm2q_Q"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SR8osdGv-7I/AAAAAAAAMJM/AyPR1dWArhs/s800/DSC00613.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/toshiakiseko/081114"&gt;081114&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/zzoGWy_A80_A2RVyuLMbyQ"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SR8otg2CSpI/AAAAAAAAMJc/V_zMXBjJBSc/s800/DSC00615.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/toshiakiseko/081114"&gt;081114&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder, with what sort of feeling do they walk along...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/wI0MaPTlqM-Sf5jMTWJsqA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SR8o4J96WZI/AAAAAAAAMLc/J0Ut9bcoZ3c/s800/DSC00631.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/toshiakiseko/081114"&gt;081114&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;extensive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/gLHrqB8mBvrsWFmsRKA6Lg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SR8pB_IryuI/AAAAAAAAMNQ/n5pjoJzOAVQ/s800/DSC00645.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/toshiakiseko/081114"&gt;081114&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tried to imagine... what were people thinking about... looking at same sunset, same sunrise, same work, sleeping at same place, seeing other prisoners had been killed.... I imagined, but trying to imagine itself is painful....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The memorial statue says more than 1.5 million people were killed in Auschwitz. Some people say more, some people say less. And of course more and more innocent people were killed by Nazis in this kind of concentration camps everywhere in Europe. I do not recommend visiting there alone, since I felt so lucky for being with 3 Spanish guys. Without them, I would have serious depression. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(4)To meet our friends in Warsaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mart !! was former trainee stayed 3 month in Budapest, and we spent so much time together. One of the closest friends of mine.  I did not expect but she had studied hard and got prepared for guiding us, not only picking service at train station or providing place to sleep (her brother’s flat). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/AY9BU17s_SI24St-fyztvw"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SR8pRG2PoqI/AAAAAAAAMPw/mFGj7psaZ9c/s800/DSC00666.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/toshiakiseko/081114"&gt;081114&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;transfer to Warsaw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/KxMfVZCW429NOgDOQy1bDg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SR8pe6QOzuI/AAAAAAAAMR8/1d5zDz2I9k8/s800/DSC00683.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/toshiakiseko/081114"&gt;081114&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mart Joining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/9z8I75cx9TI6RRsguntBqQ"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SR8pUpQ-3II/AAAAAAAAMQY/_KvjDmT18Xg/s800/DSC00671.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/toshiakiseko/081114"&gt;081114&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/mdHKLuH4Rciksi_mEWvNcg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SR8ppHz2qJI/AAAAAAAAMTk/PCOXIF7zlyc/s800/DSC00696.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/toshiakiseko/081114"&gt;081114&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mart's bro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/1iY0Au609Gz-JrQPKIQxMw"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SR8p5ROv13I/AAAAAAAAMWw/twT-RHECbYg/s800/DSC00721.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/toshiakiseko/081114"&gt;081114&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;old town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/QWJl6mWnyTeOwVNTiZ6uhA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SR8p6m1Tn6I/AAAAAAAAMXA/zMhWofNuw_o/s800/DSC00723.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/toshiakiseko/081114"&gt;081114&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/YnAspSpEUJFPHqYIs4GDKQ"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SR8pw8mv6FI/AAAAAAAAMU8/p40GdlmIXQA/s800/DSC00707.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/toshiakiseko/081114"&gt;081114&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no,,, new religion devotee are approaching...get away, get away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/YXcaOfQQaDTdCf9ydZ3AJA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SR8pxWQLphI/AAAAAAAAMVE/Hc5cUjZOZQI/s800/DSC00708.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/toshiakiseko/081114"&gt;081114&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/IO7CugbTPss67rtCvgJ5Og"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SR8pyFl33eI/AAAAAAAAMVM/KOiDeDsE950/s800/DSC00709.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/toshiakiseko/081114"&gt;081114&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are lucky,,, maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/tY7UVG3ck87vzlryBe6DJA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SR8qA8C0cjI/AAAAAAAAMYA/KIYq20DTZus/s800/DSC00731.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/toshiakiseko/081114"&gt;081114&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/AeaBZ3IzJiikpsX0N_wKcA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SR8qEfgC8GI/AAAAAAAAMYg/0ZlHoH0mBJk/s800/DSC00735.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/toshiakiseko/081114"&gt;081114&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/15aXo2vrD_gN0XbvCE-QJA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SR8qIN9TuCI/AAAAAAAAMZY/9D5oWfqlBvA/s800/DSC00742.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/toshiakiseko/081114"&gt;081114&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warsaw Uprising&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/WwplWXcTi9pdWItiHntmhA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SR8qPoeOCcI/AAAAAAAAMas/I-MYbWrhPxg/s800/DSC00753.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/toshiakiseko/081114"&gt;081114&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicolaus Copernicus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/rmqhoII5EORakCfUBpUNUA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SR8qSaFCItI/AAAAAAAAMbM/EtZlp7clvTQ/s800/DSC00757.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/toshiakiseko/081114"&gt;081114&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ZKbhkMa7pe_82eVZ5KC4_Q"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SR8qXpt9R4I/AAAAAAAAMcE/kL5VoedZyh8/s800/DSC00764.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/toshiakiseko/081114"&gt;081114&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Library at Mart's Univ... there are so many statues inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/K18LFaORepjdjblnV-PaoA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SR8qaZ5_c9I/AAAAAAAAMck/oP2rlSJsbDA/s800/DSC00768.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/toshiakiseko/081114"&gt;081114&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot beer !! Tastes.....let's say..good, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/mkO2duQjOxQ1YvD5wZt7dQ"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SR8qb032cMI/AAAAAAAAMc0/GowF71idRc4/s800/DSC00770.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/toshiakiseko/081114"&gt;081114&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stuffed cabbage, mashed potatoes, and chicken-fillet. Polish home made style. It was 700yen(7USD), as i remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/1fAMEGeVqsPh9DW-k-Kn1g"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SR9pLENfXRI/AAAAAAAAMgk/3O0dBiRp11k/s800/DSC00802.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/toshiakiseko/081114"&gt;081114&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not everyone says Warsaw is beautiful, but for me it is completely lovely, historical, and vast city. This was maybe because of Mart’s intension and hard work. Compared with Budapest, Krakow, or Prague, however, Warsaw looked racking of its integration by group of skyscrapers. Maybe Tokyo in developing days also looked like that, no clue though. But I do not want Warsaw to be another Tokyo. I want this city to stop building extremely unnaturally high buildings. Looks odd. At least, the repaired old town district after the complete consumption from long time war should be preserved.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/FO5DB4diuLSl6VpD0aMgpA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SR9pMaM6rtI/AAAAAAAAMg0/hTG1AAkDde4/s800/DSC00804.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/toshiakiseko/081114"&gt;081114&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks Mart !!　Dziękuję!! Carmen, Charley, Raquel, GLACIAS!! Vamos Vamos !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4069045854153111246-5036585853157774798?l=yoshibee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/feeds/5036585853157774798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4069045854153111246&amp;postID=5036585853157774798' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/5036585853157774798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/5036585853157774798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/2008/12/4-reasons-why-we-visited-poland.html' title='4 reasons why we visited Poland.'/><author><name>Yoshibee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SC__AvOhvQI/AAAAAAAAF1I/02IzcROjF8k/S220/IMG_0039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SR8qT5-xgoI/AAAAAAAAMbc/ZeXjzhyggk4/s72-c/DSC00759.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069045854153111246.post-1039315861136053079</id><published>2008-11-28T01:05:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T16:31:05.986+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel Sketch'/><title type='text'>KAWAI SHIKI</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/4vnWsgr8lIjY-q2ie_lbcg?authkey=4mHlI5_juCE"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SS84TyHYYhI/AAAAAAAAOrM/5QSvS5jEQgw/s800/DSC01154.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/toshiakiseko/DropBox?authkey=4mHlI5_juCE"&gt;Yoshibee box&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the serious fight against Hungarian MALEV airline and almost having been arrested, SHIKI, the 1 year world traveler and one of my high school friends, has finally landed on to Budapest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first time to accommodate a friend from Japan. Talking about mainly high school days, and exchanging information about our common friends.....(Endless talk, we have too much stuff to talk with, it's so shame he can only stay here for 3 nights). I wonder if everyone is fine, and guessing what you guys are doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So happy moment has quickly passed through, as usual.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4069045854153111246-1039315861136053079?l=yoshibee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/feeds/1039315861136053079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4069045854153111246&amp;postID=1039315861136053079' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/1039315861136053079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/1039315861136053079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/2008/11/kawai-shiki.html' title='KAWAI SHIKI'/><author><name>Yoshibee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SC__AvOhvQI/AAAAAAAAF1I/02IzcROjF8k/S220/IMG_0039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SS84TyHYYhI/AAAAAAAAOrM/5QSvS5jEQgw/s72-c/DSC01154.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069045854153111246.post-8097355253006758767</id><published>2008-11-26T12:49:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T16:31:05.987+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel Sketch'/><title type='text'>Bosnia and Herzegovina</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/6teW1Usc_el0ddSX2mCLxg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SS04ejhbBeI/AAAAAAAAOpQ/sVi8F0jdFSA/s400/800px-Flag_of_Bosnia_and_Herzegovina.svg.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;toshiakiseko &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/toshiakiseko/Yoshibee"&gt;Yoshibee&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just come back from 4 days trip to Bosnia/Herzegovina. &lt;br /&gt;Details and Beautiful pictures will be added on next post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/GFb-Us9g4YDf5Asdlakq_A"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SS04pox281I/AAAAAAAAOpY/yzgG51nE00Y/s800/n659235542_4997929_7450.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;toshiakiseko &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/toshiakiseko/Yoshibee"&gt;Yoshibee&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4069045854153111246-8097355253006758767?l=yoshibee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/feeds/8097355253006758767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4069045854153111246&amp;postID=8097355253006758767' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/8097355253006758767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/8097355253006758767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/2008/11/bosnia-and-herzegovina.html' title='Bosnia and Herzegovina'/><author><name>Yoshibee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SC__AvOhvQI/AAAAAAAAF1I/02IzcROjF8k/S220/IMG_0039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SS04ejhbBeI/AAAAAAAAOpQ/sVi8F0jdFSA/s72-c/800px-Flag_of_Bosnia_and_Herzegovina.svg.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069045854153111246.post-6369522665578413651</id><published>2008-11-19T11:59:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T16:34:17.905+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Small Things in Budapest'/><title type='text'>No Coffee Shops in Budapest vol.3</title><content type='html'>In a meanwhile before decide to e-mail him, I have had an antenna in my head and been sniffing for the smell of fair trade products around this city, hoping there are some other grocery shops like treehugger’s cafe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/4tmJs5Ft-FyJLCVSzXBo1g"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SR8lHK2t7QI/AAAAAAAALo0/MQDM0XnaDHA/s400/DSC00335.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/toshiakiseko/081114"&gt;081114&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I visited TESCO (British super market chain), I found there is a tiny store which is selling BIO products. Having a glance toward the shelves, there seemed to be full of organic merchandise. I slipped inside and started to pick up the items, tuning them around in my hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, one of 4 clerks who have enjoyed chatting stopped talking with her colleagues, came closer to me asked in Hungarian if she could help me (“Shegitohetek” or something like that). After I said “Kosznom (Thanks)”, feeling a little bad for changing language though, explained what I want to find. She seized her steps, said something, and poked colleagues of her. The lady is relatively short, must be over 40, and looked like English available Hungarian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“May I help you?” she asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, do you have any fair trade stuff here? Chocolate, coffee, cookies or whatever… I would love to see anything related to Fair trade”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ah, Fair Trade”. &lt;br /&gt;She mumbled slightly. Then made a move to another shelf and picked several products, but she could not find, although looked completely understood what the idea of fair trade is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I moved my ass for treasure hunting. Because it was not so big store that it took just approximately 10 minutes to obtain the ones in my hand. “There is”. Invisible hi five in my mind. The fair trade chocolates made in Costa Rica and fair trade beans harvested in Ghana. Coffee beans were put on high part of a shelf, but chocolates were displayed in a very central low chair. It was too obvious and easy to access that I could not find them. Without any doubt I had searched from inmost shelves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since beans were not roasted powdered, I bought only black chocolate. It was 815HUF (approx 500YEN, 5USD). Definitely expensive just for a chocolate, but please and surprising at the moment kicked out any of my obligation to save my money. I totally did not care about how much it was.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Staffs there looked did not understand what brought me to their shop and how I obtained my internal happiness just from one package of chocolate. After the payment, however, the clerk who gave me English assistance started to explain the reason why I was longing that I had got right now for a few minutes in Hungarian. They nodded, questioned, and seemed to be convinced to the idea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/FpeU9xPz2zbjUeRS8KYP1A"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SR8nB2EHm3I/AAAAAAAAL30/q0artKBmPe0/s800/DSC00467.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/toshiakiseko/081114"&gt;081114&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, I found one fair trade hot chocolate powder in a super market in TESCO as well. I just praised the shop for dealing with my resource of happiness and excited for great possibilities to make my new habit: dripping, bringing, and tasting my coffee/chocolate every time. Actually I had already bought a tumbler at IKEA. And there is a coffee maker in our flat (Both are made in China). On the return way home, I mumbled slightly, remembering what I have studied in University.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Maybe, could be, there might be more hidden fair trade items here in Budapest. Then it is worth departing for an adventure to direct spotlights on to them. And people. Agitaters! It might be a valuable theme of my graduation paper if I could managed to meet those who are inspiring correct trade to local people. Although Budapest has been blind to the world of this issue, therefore plenty of rooms to search and see the primary hardship are here. It is pointless to be disappointed as long as people like Dan or the lady at BIO shop are here. I will be the one who listen to their ideas.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/rVzcU2lX7d5BP84J8pEQ-Q"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SR8lG-MzupI/AAAAAAAAMo4/3UxbyZrghMs/s400/DSC00332.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;sender &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/toshiakiseko/081114"&gt;081114&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That happened almost 3 month ago. Since that time, I have kept this idea in my mind (continues).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4069045854153111246-6369522665578413651?l=yoshibee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/feeds/6369522665578413651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4069045854153111246&amp;postID=6369522665578413651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/6369522665578413651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/6369522665578413651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-coffee-shops-in-budapest-vol3.html' title='No Coffee Shops in Budapest vol.3'/><author><name>Yoshibee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SC__AvOhvQI/AAAAAAAAF1I/02IzcROjF8k/S220/IMG_0039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SR8lHK2t7QI/AAAAAAAALo0/MQDM0XnaDHA/s72-c/DSC00335.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069045854153111246.post-9212717906156937704</id><published>2008-11-16T18:11:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T16:34:17.905+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Small Things in Budapest'/><title type='text'>No Coffee Shops in Budapest Vol.2</title><content type='html'>Like I mentioned on &lt;a href="http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/2008/10/no-coffee-shops-in-budapest.html"&gt;previous post&lt;/a&gt;, I was so disappointed before finding one thread of bright light. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why I cannot buy Fair-Trade coffee here? Is not Hungary a member of European Union? ”. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Internet surfing gave me a solution. I managed to reach to the one I wanted through a homepage called &lt;a href="http://www.expat-blog.com/en/destination/europe/hungary/"&gt;Expat&lt;/a&gt;, a communicative website for bloggers who keep tracks their life in other countries. &lt;a href="http://www.treehugger.hu/aboutus"&gt;Treehugger Dan’s Bookstore &amp; Café&lt;/a&gt; was that (I really want readers to visit this site). This is a coffee shop managed by Dan, a middle-aged American man, and is the only shop which people can have fair trade beans coffee. Let me make sure and clearly declare so as to avoid any misunderstanding. Tree hugger Dan’s Bookstore &amp; Café is the only coffee shop using only fair trade and organic beans. One day, it was still in summer, I dropped off the tram at Oktogon and headed for the direction to one of the branch of his shops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SSBYPbj-kEI/AAAAAAAAMkk/ETsIO21B9ik/s1600-h/IMG_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SSBYPbj-kEI/AAAAAAAAMkk/ETsIO21B9ik/s400/IMG_0008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269308586143420482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is managing 4 branches in Budapest hiring Hungarian local staff, with his fluent Hungarian. The small shop at Oktogon has 4 piece of tall bookshelves on both walls and a few other lower ones in between them, which contains full of second-hand (mainly English) books emitting old glue smells. 2 pair of tiny café tables is just over the bookshelves. Getting though piles of old books, I grinned when I managed to arrive to a hemp bag hanging on inmost wall on which printed the official symbol mark of fair trade. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SSBYp0MEmUI/AAAAAAAAMks/pEBDQr4zaO4/s1600-h/IMG_0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SSBYp0MEmUI/AAAAAAAAMks/pEBDQr4zaO4/s400/IMG_0009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269309039430637890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not make myself stop being surprised for a while because the price of the menu is much different from that I anticipated. There are just around 300 HUF (appox 180 YEN, 1.8 USD) for every sort of one cup of coffee. That is more than inexpensive. It is cheap. I often visit several sorts of coffee shops in Budapest, but this Dan’s coffee shop’s one is cheaper than any other ones. How can it be possible for using only Fair trade and organic beans?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SSBZGFlHxgI/AAAAAAAAMk0/XF8gKZbqvYI/s1600-h/IMG_0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SSBZGFlHxgI/AAAAAAAAMk0/XF8gKZbqvYI/s400/IMG_0011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269309525135443458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt not in a mood for coffee at that time so I did not have cups there. Instead, I started to search for some English books which appeals to me. I bought a sort of cooking book named “Fish for thoughts”. I also bought one package of roast, powdered, fair traded and organic coffee beans to make a new habit: to drip coffee every morning and carry it in a tumbler in my business bag. After spending 1 another hour for seeking books, after having not found Mr. Dan, I stepped forward to go out. It was at that time I came across to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SSBaDE_gMtI/AAAAAAAAMk8/RiOSaBAJc_E/s1600-h/IMG_0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SSBaDE_gMtI/AAAAAAAAMk8/RiOSaBAJc_E/s400/IMG_0012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269310572949680850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I easily recognized him since I have checked his face on an article somewhere in an internet. I paused walking for wondering whether I should come in and try to talk to him. I came inside. He seemed a bit busy, however, I found myself already begun questioning him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Are you Mr. Dan ?” &lt;br /&gt;“Is this the only coffee shop which using only fair trade beans?” &lt;br /&gt;”How do you gain profit from these price” &lt;br /&gt;”Why are you running this business here in Budapest?”&lt;br /&gt;”Why don't you raise the price?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I recognized that I was asking too much stuff in quick succession. I was unease to get his reaction for my rapid-fire inquiring. On the contrary he was kind enough to answer with plenty of information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Yes I am” &lt;br /&gt;”Actually there is one another place out of Budapest using fair-trade and organic coffee beans but they also drip non fair trade ones as well. So speaking to my country, my café is the only shop using only fair trade stuff” &lt;br /&gt;”Well, we can make enough profit of course” &lt;br /&gt;”Well, no particular reason, simply I just like this city” &lt;br /&gt;”Do you know the price for a cup of espresso at a café in hotels along Danube? 1,300HUF (appox 850 Yen, 8.5USD). Don’t you think that is a stupid idea? Coffee is coffee. How come they can make a big profit? I just want to spread the idea to Hungarian local people. They do not know nor are interested. I want as many people as possible to try fair trade and organic coffee. That is why”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SSB3sTsgRiI/AAAAAAAAMlE/j42_PUv017g/s1600-h/DSC00331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SSB3sTsgRiI/AAAAAAAAMlE/j42_PUv017g/s400/DSC00331.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269343167108367906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was searching for an invoice and looked busy. Therefore I left his shop saying I would want to visit you again. Then he told me to e-mail him before coming so that we could have a small interview if I want. Of course I do, but I have just started to study about fair trade and have just made up my mind to make my own coffee by myself, everyday. I said to myself that if I could succeed to meet my new promise, then I would visit him again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SSB4HzX9PxI/AAAAAAAAMlM/L8BcBXV7XG4/s1600-h/DSC00470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SSB4HzX9PxI/AAAAAAAAMlM/L8BcBXV7XG4/s400/DSC00470.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269343639468588818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the case at the beginning of September. I have to praise myself. Since that time until now, I have kept making my own coffee for more than 2 month. Well, is it a high time to send an e-mail to him?  Probably it is(Continues).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4069045854153111246-9212717906156937704?l=yoshibee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/feeds/9212717906156937704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4069045854153111246&amp;postID=9212717906156937704' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/9212717906156937704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/9212717906156937704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-coffee-shops-in-budapest-vol2.html' title='No Coffee Shops in Budapest Vol.2'/><author><name>Yoshibee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SC__AvOhvQI/AAAAAAAAF1I/02IzcROjF8k/S220/IMG_0039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SSBYPbj-kEI/AAAAAAAAMkk/ETsIO21B9ik/s72-c/IMG_0008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069045854153111246.post-2435637299194144755</id><published>2008-11-12T23:01:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T10:34:08.739+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><title type='text'>さいきん読んだ本12</title><content type='html'>日本に一時帰国したとき、決めていたことがひとつあった。それは、持っていく日本語の本を最小限にして、英語の本をどっさり持っていこうということ。日本語の本は結局5冊、スーツケースにしまっただけだった。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;しかし、それらを読み終えてしまうと、すぐに日本の本が恋しくなる。英語を頑張って読んでいても、読む速さは（たぶん）5分の1くらい。ある日、日本で前々から気になっていた本をインターネットでチェックしていたとき、ついに「これ読みてえ」という衝動を抑えきれず、とうとうAmazonで買うことにした。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazon.co.jpには海外宅配サービスがある。自分の場合は注文してから6日で届いた。すごいスピードだと思う。サービス料金や税金をトータルすると、日本で買うより一冊あたり3割増しといったところだった。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ちなみにEU圏に荷物を送る場合、内容如何にかかわらず消費税を取られる。自分の場合は2,000円ほど。これはあとになって知ったので、ありもしない関税を勝手にかけたのだと思い込み、かなりしつこく内訳を確認し、DHLのお兄さんを困らせてしまった。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;秋の夜長に読書と言うが、ハンガリーの秋はほんとうに夜が長い。サマータイムが終わると16時には日が暮れ始める。届いた本は1ヶ月ほどで読んでしまったが、期待もあわさって格別楽しかった。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;キャロル・オフ著、北村陽子訳『チョコレートの真実』&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=4862760155&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr&amp;npa=1" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;「カカオ畑ではたらく子どもたちは、チョコレートの味を知らない」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;本書の見出しはこの一文ではじまる。キャロル・オフはフランスの女性ジャーナリスト。どこでも、だれでも大好きな「チョコレート」の陰の部分に、スポットライトを当てている。アンデス文明から『チャーリーとチョコレート工場』まで。チョコレートの歴史をじっくり振り返っていく過程で、チョコレートの持つ暴力的な歴史、そして創造することも放棄したくなるような、南北問題の現実が炙り出される。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;本書からほんの一例を紹介。2000年アメリカ国務省の公式報告によると「15,000人のマリ人の子供たちが、コートジボワールのカカオ、コーヒープランテーションで働いている。多くは12歳以下で、140ドルで奴隷として売られ、1日12時間働く」という。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;虐待を受けた傷跡を見せながら、餓死寸前だったところを生き延び、インタビューに答えた少年のつぎの言葉を、チョコレートに対しては消費者でしかない自分は、どのように受け止めればよいのだろうか。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;「チョコレートを食べている人たちは、僕の肉を食べていることになるんだ」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;消費者と生産者は決して切り離された関係にはない。世界中どこにいたって、需要と供給の関係でつながっている。だとすれば、消費者である自分にしかできないことがある。これからも公正な貿易について勉強せねばならないと感じたし、自分が消費者として保持する権利にもっと敏感になろうと強く感じた。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;単刀直入に言って、本書はものすごく読みにくかった。翻訳本にはよくあることなのかもしれないが、文章の脈絡がばらばらで、肝心なポイントが取りにくく、読んでいてものすごくイライラした。400ページちかくある本書を、何度放棄しようと思ったかしれない。それでも読み続けたのは、しかし、驚愕するような内容ばかりだったからだ。対象がチョコレートという、自分に身近なものであったのも影響したのだろう。作者が命がけで書いたこの本を読み終えたとき、ぐっと胸にこみあげるものがあった。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;宮崎里司『外国人力士はなぜ日本語がうまいのか』&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=4625683556&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr&amp;npa=1" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9月、ブダペストの国際交流基金という文化センターのようなところで、日本語教育にまつわるシンポジウムがあった。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;あつまったのは、ハンガリーで日本語を教えている日本人・ハンガリー人の先生たちが50名弱。少しでもアカデミックなものにすがりたいと思っていた自分は、場違いを承知で、日本人の友達とそのシンポジウムに参加することにした。そのときメインの講演をされたのが、早稲田から来られた本書の著者、宮崎先生だった。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;「日本語教育の中心はどこですか？」&lt;br /&gt;「ハンガリーが世界に誇れる日本語教育メソッドは何ですか？」 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;シンポジウムでは、日常考えたこともないようなトピックが次々と出される。久々にワークショップや討論などもやったりして、「アカデミックなものを…」という欲求はなんとなく満たされたように感じていた。無論、内容も大変面白かったので本書を買いつけた。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;そういえばなぜ外国人力士は日本語がうまいのか。メジャーリーガーはヘタクソなのに。外国人でカタコトの力士はついに思い当たらない。なぜだろう。内容すべてはいえないが、彼らが使わないものが3つある。それが、&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1)教科書&lt;br /&gt;(2)辞書&lt;br /&gt;(3)先生&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;なのだそうだ（使うものではなくて、使わないもの）。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;相撲部屋では、24時間日本語漬けの毎日。下手をすると兄弟子からしばかれる。日本の礼儀がないとしばかれる。日本語ができないといくら強くても馬鹿にされる。そんなストイックな状況が危機感を生み、語学の向上につながるということだった。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;そう言われて思い当たることがある。2ヶ月暮らしたバングラデシュの言葉、バングラ語だ。いま住んでいる家から10分ほどのところに「バングラ・ビュッフェ」という珍しいバングラデシュ料理屋があって、平均して週に1回は行くようなところなのだが、そこに行ってマスターと話していると、今でも結構バングラ語が出てくる。もうハンガリーには半年くらい住んでいるのに、ハンガリー語と変わらないか、バングラ語のほうが上手いんじゃないかという実感がある。なぜだろう。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;バングラにいたときは朝から晩まで、文字どおり24時間バングラ人と一緒。週末も平日も、オフィスも自宅もない。相撲部屋みたいな生活。みんな英語できなかったから、バングラ語を覚えるしかないという危機感。「なるほどな」と合点がいった。オフィスでも自宅でも英語で、プライベートの時間もしっかりある今の生活では、自分のハンガリー語にあまり希望は持てない。残念ながら…。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;相撲部屋の裏話や、若かりし朝昇龍への密着インタビューなどもあり、読み物としてもおもしろい一冊だった。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;大森みゆき『私は障害者向けのデリヘル嬢』&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=4893086219&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr&amp;npa=1" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;元デリヘル嬢が、さまざまな障害者との出会いを書いたノンフィクションのエッセイ。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;本が届いたとき、「あれ。なんでおれこんな本、わざわざ日本から買ったんだろう」と思った。動機は、もっと知らない世界を知りたいという好奇心だけだった。興味本位で読むにはかなり衝撃の内容だったけれども、やはり知ってよかったことなのだと思う。筆者がいうように、障害者の性についての議論は、ものすごく置き去りにされやすい。それだけに、少しでも多くのラブホテル、デリヘル、風俗において、バリアフリーがすすめばと願う。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;公共福祉という点から言えば、ハンガリーがEU国であることは、まったく信じられない。ギャグか何かだと思うことがある。ゴミ袋は1種類。車椅子の人はすべてのメトロ、そしてほとんどのバス・路面電車が使えない。教会や歴史的建造物にもあふれる落書き。点字や点字ブロックなんて見たことない。英語の案内も少ない。公衆電話の半分は壊れている。2004年のEU加入前に主要鉄道駅にエレベーターを作り（加入基準を満たすため）、EU加盟後はすぐに閉めてしまうような国なのだ。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ハンガリーに比べれば、日本はすごくバリアフリーが進んでいると常々感じていたが、この本のように性的なバリアフリーをテーマにした本が出版されること自体、2国間の差は比較にならないほど大きい。福祉という分野においても、日本は世界をリードする存在であるべきだと感じた。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;沢木耕太郎『敗れざる者たち』&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=4167209020&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr&amp;npa=1" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;野球、ボクシング、マラソン、競馬などをテーマにした、スポーツ・ノンフィクション短編6集。『クレイになれなかった男』『三人の三塁手』『長距離ランナーの遺書』『イシノヒカル、おまえは走った！』『さらば、宝石』『ドランカー〈酔いどれ〉』。円谷幸吉、輪島巧一などが登場する。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;同著者の『凍』を読んだとき、心底身震いした。『凍』はクライマー山野井夫妻のギャチュンカン登頂を追ったものだが、こんな生き方をする人間がこの世にいていいのかと思った。山野井夫妻の生き方に、ただただ圧倒されたのが『凍』という作品だった。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;『敗れざる者たち』で対象になる人物は、栄光を手にした天才ではない。ついに日の目を見なかった者たちばかりだ。作者は本書で、彼らアスリートの物語を丁寧に集めていく。表立って出てこない話ばかりを。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;希望、絶望、歓喜、涙…。アスリートと、そして周囲の人間の心理が、巧みに描写されていく。そして、思う。必死に何かを追い求める人は、人を引き付ける。たくさんの人の関心はなくても、たとえ負けたとしても、周りの人間に感動を与える。本書を読んだ自分も、そのうちの一人なのだと。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;「自分はどうだろう」と思わざるを得ない一冊だった。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;斉藤孝/梅田望夫『私塾のすすめ－ここから創造が生まれる』&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=4480064257&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr&amp;npa=1" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;帯文句は「一生学び続ける戦略」というもの。こちらのほうが、タイトルよりも内容を的確に表しているように思う。斉藤孝（明大教授）と梅田望夫（ウェブ進化論著者）という、中年の有識者ふたりの対談集になっている。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;「大学を出たあと、どれだけ勉強し続けられるか」。これは個人的につねに考えているテーマで、本書の趣旨と合致する。休学という形で大学を出たけれど、正直、仕事の時間を勉強の時間に当てられればどれだけいいだろうと、考えることが多い。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;著者のふたりは「これからは、好きなことを仕事にしなければ生き残れない」と言っていた。インターン先を決めるにあたって、自分は違う考え方をした。仕事はお金をもらうことなのだから、好きとか嫌いとかいうことでなくて、しなくてはいけないことなのだと。勉強はプライベートの時間にすればいいのだと。ただ、異国で急に門外漢になることを、少し甘く見ていたなという認識はある。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;無論、これからもなんとかインターンから学ぼうとしなくてはならない。ただ、インターンを終えて就職を考える際には、もう少し慎重に検討を、つまり、本気で自分が続けられる仕事を探すということと、そのための準備を今からしていかないととマズイと感じた。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;その準備として、けっこう面白いアイデアがあるのだけれど、実行して書く価値があれば、ブログにも書こうと思う。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;岩附由香/白木朋子/水寄僚子『わたし8歳、カカオ畑で働きつづけて』&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=4772604014&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr&amp;npa=1" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;タイトルから、ある少女を取材した記録なのかと感じたが、実際は児童労働の問題を知る入門書だった。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;『チョコレートの真実』にもあったが、奴隷制は過去のことではない。現実に、日本の子供が小学生にあがるような年齢から、毎日きつい仕事を命じられる子供達がいる。15歳以下の子供が労働することを児童労働と定義するが、その人数は世界中で2億1800万人にのぼると言われている。そのなかには過酷で危険な仕事もつきまとう。本書では、児童労働が取り締まられるべき理由を4つ挙げている。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;（1）子供が心と体に受けるダメージが大きい&lt;br /&gt;（2）教育を受けられない&lt;br /&gt;（3）人としての自由を奪う&lt;br /&gt;（4）社会を支える人材が育たない&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今朝飲んだコーヒーは、いつも食べるチョコレートは、だれがつくったものなのか。&lt;br /&gt;こうした本を読んだ以上、消費者としてできる限りの行動をしていきたいと思う。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;吉越浩一郎『「残業ゼロ」の人生力』&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=4820717251&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr&amp;npa=1" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;毎日授業ではなくて、仕事があるとなると、自己管理が全ての基本になるわけだけども、たまに生活のリズムを崩してしまうときがあった。そのため、どんなふうに日々をすごしていけばいいのかなあという思いで購入。薄い本だったが、けっこう丁寧に読んだ。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;筆者は言わずと知れたトリンプの元社長。ヨーロッパと日本両方で働いた著者の話は説得力があり、筆者の経験を紹介している章は参考になった。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;早寝早起きと、平日酒を控えること、そして家でインターネットをしないことで、かなり（少なくとも10月の1ヶ月は）ハリのある生活ができたかなと思う。特にインターネット。ノートパソコンの修理を友達に依頼していたので1ヶ月強PC無しの生活だったのだけれど、インターネットを控えることでかなり時間を節約できるというのは発見だった。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4069045854153111246-2435637299194144755?l=yoshibee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/feeds/2435637299194144755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4069045854153111246&amp;postID=2435637299194144755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/2435637299194144755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/2435637299194144755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/2008/11/12.html' title='さいきん読んだ本12'/><author><name>Yoshibee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SC__AvOhvQI/AAAAAAAAF1I/02IzcROjF8k/S220/IMG_0039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069045854153111246.post-7895814046571238663</id><published>2008-11-05T11:53:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T16:34:17.905+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Small Things in Budapest'/><title type='text'>DUBBING SOON</title><content type='html'>Today, I will be out of office soon. I am going to visit a music studio for dubbing one short movie into Japanese. The movie will be used in “&lt;a href="http://www.reteshaz.com/"&gt;Rétes Ház&lt;/a&gt;”, a restaurant provides Hungarian special desert; Studel. You can see the movie (short version)&lt;a href="http://www.reteshaz.com/"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not just translation nor putting subtitles. The most difficulty is both of 2 main story tellers are gentleman over 60-year-old with white hair (and they sound really low-keyed sexy). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SRF7rmh96FI/AAAAAAAAKTA/C8-HOLxPU7Q/s1600-h/retes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SRF7rmh96FI/AAAAAAAAKTA/C8-HOLxPU7Q/s400/retes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265125428380428370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I do translation, I cannot help myself to stop wondering how much I am allowed to put my emotion into it. Some people say it is strictly forbidden, others say it is stupid idea to translate whole sentence literary since the nuance between 2 languages never be the same. I usually rather take the latter one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, however, I boldly decided to use my own words in whole sentence, or if I speak more carefully, I would have to say creating my own word was the only way to handle this task. Otherwise I would not be confident. Yes, I can say I am, unless I imagine how many Japanese customers one after another would hear my narration in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be off with a kind of feeling like doubting myself whether I, just a trainee has no experience of dubbing nor visiting music studio, can do this kind of responsible stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4069045854153111246-7895814046571238663?l=yoshibee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/feeds/7895814046571238663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4069045854153111246&amp;postID=7895814046571238663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/7895814046571238663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/7895814046571238663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/2008/11/dubbing-soon.html' title='DUBBING SOON'/><author><name>Yoshibee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SC__AvOhvQI/AAAAAAAAF1I/02IzcROjF8k/S220/IMG_0039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SRF7rmh96FI/AAAAAAAAKTA/C8-HOLxPU7Q/s72-c/retes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069045854153111246.post-28860707551885384</id><published>2008-10-30T18:13:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T16:34:17.905+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Small Things in Budapest'/><title type='text'>DANCE,  FOOTBALL, JOGGING</title><content type='html'>MONDAY DANCE, TUESDAY FOOTBALL, THURSDAY JOGGING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my surprise, 5 month has already passed here in Budapest. &lt;br /&gt;Once I went back to Japan at the end of August, some kind of mannerism clinched me and urged to step forward into unknown field. At that time, at the end of summer time, having hanging around with friends, I was trying to find the way to improve my life here on the other hand. Simply speaking, I was tired a bit of everyday’s drinking. Here comes my life style used to be….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Monday: Work, Free time&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: Work, Free time&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Work, Free time&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Work, Free time &lt;br /&gt;Friday: Work, Free time &lt;br /&gt;Weekend: Party, Travel, Nap, Reading, Shopping, Cleaning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then something happened. 1 month ago, a Hungarian friend of mine introduced me a great Hungarian dance lessons, moreover one of my flat mate brought me to a football game. Below is my life style how I enjoyed Budapest October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Monday: Work, Hungarian Dance,&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: Work, Football&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Work, Free time (cooking or reading)&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Work, Running &lt;br /&gt;Friday: Work, Party&lt;br /&gt;Weekend: Party, Travel, Nap, Reading, Shopping, Cleaning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-Hungarian Dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance class is held in a Corvinus university, AIESECly speaking, this is the biggest local committee in this city and members who takes care of me are from this university. Compared with other dance classes, this lesson is a kind of serious, tiring and challenging. Around 30 students are trying to keep up with instructors in order to pass the exam which will be held next June. They are mostly freshmen and I am the only one who cannot comprehend Hungarian. Of course I have no experience of dancing even in Japan, excludes Bon-odori, currently there are 2 obstacles (language and steps).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, since I am working at travel agency, sometimes I am allowed to take a gorgeous dinner with seeing Hungarian folklore dance. I have seen more than 15 times of them; most of them are traditional itself but sometimes dancers are from elementary school, some times they add original arrange and make the way more commercial. All these, however, looked so easy to do. But of course it turned out it is not. My will to keep attending this lesson is, still stable though. Once I have watched one Japanese man (Suzuki san) was leading Hungarian dance team and amazed thousands of audience in one of the most sophisticated opera hall, therefore I guess probably that keep motivating me all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hungarian Dance Movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nUO_FFF4Vzc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nUO_FFF4Vzc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-Football&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, Musty, a flat mate of mine, suddenly appeared in a sport costume. That was the beginning of Tuesday’s football. He brought me to a beautiful grass futsal coat and introduced his colleagues, other AIESEC trainees, or other Budapestian workers, mainly from TATA. I still do not know the exact members but approximately there are 2 Italians, 2 Colombians, 1 Brazilian, 1 German, and 2 Belgium, 2 Turkish, 4 Hungarians or something like that. &lt;br /&gt;In a game, everyone includes me gradually get to stop using English but start to speak their own language. Spanish, Italian, French, Hungarian, Turkish, German, Dutch…. Funny thing is I can roughly understand what others are saying even though I am the only Japanese speaker. Plus, I guess others also seem to understand what I am saying. If I said “そこ!!”ウラ!!“　”もういっちょ!!“, sometimes great pass comes.  At least, judging from their body movements, I can say I am sure that they try to communicate to me. Maybe one of the most enjoyable moment in weekdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-Running&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first reason to start running was just for relaxing, but after realized what I think while running gives me some hints, or after starting to take Hungarian dance lesson, its purpose is multiplied. Margit Island, a sand bank between Buda and Pest, has a beautiful running course. One circle equals to 5.5 km. Also, runners can check their own time with a big digital clock on the starting spot. Always someone is running and they cheer me up and sometimes guide me the way even though it is completely dark. Stretching the body, lying and gazing stars on the grass next to big fountain, and looking amazingly lighten-up view of Budapest while waiting a tram on Margit Bridge…. These luxuries are privileged only for Margit runners. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SQnrzuxM4XI/AAAAAAAAKSo/suQ8uwNNf1s/s1600-h/IMG_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SQnrzuxM4XI/AAAAAAAAKSo/suQ8uwNNf1s/s400/IMG_0006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262996913519386994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SQnvTa_sW-I/AAAAAAAAKS4/5uDqnM1vevg/s1600-h/buda_night.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 369px; height: 276px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SQnvTa_sW-I/AAAAAAAAKS4/5uDqnM1vevg/s400/buda_night.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263000756502158306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4069045854153111246-28860707551885384?l=yoshibee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/feeds/28860707551885384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4069045854153111246&amp;postID=28860707551885384' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/28860707551885384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/28860707551885384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/2008/10/monday-dance-tuesday-football-thursday.html' title='DANCE,  FOOTBALL, JOGGING'/><author><name>Yoshibee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SC__AvOhvQI/AAAAAAAAF1I/02IzcROjF8k/S220/IMG_0039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SQnrzuxM4XI/AAAAAAAAKSo/suQ8uwNNf1s/s72-c/IMG_0006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069045854153111246.post-2453920804849899730</id><published>2008-10-29T13:29:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T16:34:17.905+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Small Things in Budapest'/><title type='text'>BUDAPEST CALLING</title><content type='html'>THE RIGHT TIME TO VISIT DANUBE'S PEARL HAS COME !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SQhXQBYd-hI/AAAAAAAAKRw/fSrbIxfdbJo/s1600-h/l147-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SQhXQBYd-hI/AAAAAAAAKRw/fSrbIxfdbJo/s400/l147-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262552097343011346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not miss this chance, Budapest is calling you !!　Here's more information（&lt;a href="http://www.hungarytabi.jp/index2.htm"&gt;JPN&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.budapestwinter.com/"&gt;ENG&lt;/a&gt;）&lt;br /&gt;Also, check &lt;a href="http://www.visithungary.jp/"&gt;our company's website&lt;/a&gt; to find your suitable activities (only in JPN).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not want to pay even nickel for accomodation ? &lt;br /&gt;Bring a sleeping bag, Buy me a beer, then you'll be authorized to sleep over my tiny room :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4069045854153111246-2453920804849899730?l=yoshibee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/feeds/2453920804849899730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4069045854153111246&amp;postID=2453920804849899730' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/2453920804849899730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/2453920804849899730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/2008/10/budapest-calling.html' title='BUDAPEST CALLING'/><author><name>Yoshibee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SC__AvOhvQI/AAAAAAAAF1I/02IzcROjF8k/S220/IMG_0039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SQhXQBYd-hI/AAAAAAAAKRw/fSrbIxfdbJo/s72-c/l147-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069045854153111246.post-8313928114164249548</id><published>2008-10-25T00:56:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T16:36:21.065+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel Sketch'/><title type='text'>Short notice from Krakow</title><content type='html'>On Wednesday, we took a night train from BP, and we were supposed to change trains at a station. We asked several station officers which station should we get off, but they did not say anything. Having no clue about that, we just got on a train and heard an another station officer in Czech explained something in Czech language. We did not understand it completely but he seemed to try to show us the station we arrived at 2AM is the one which we were supposed to transfer. So we did it, just followed his order. But it turned out that we had to wait for 4 hours for the next one. That means we were forced to sleep with homeless ppl in a station until the next morning. From that time, our travel had changed to be unusual and unpredictable one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have just returned from Auschwitz-Birkenau. There, we saw, smelt, listened, felt, touched the prison. Well, I do not think I can describe how I was feeling but one thing I can say is that the history is real. The real history is there. That is it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krakow is beautiful. Guys at this hostel are really nice, friendly and useful :) Tomorrow, we are heading for the capital, hoping more fun and surprise will come up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4069045854153111246-8313928114164249548?l=yoshibee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/feeds/8313928114164249548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4069045854153111246&amp;postID=8313928114164249548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/8313928114164249548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/8313928114164249548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/2008/10/short-notive-from-krakow.html' title='Short notice from Krakow'/><author><name>Yoshibee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SC__AvOhvQI/AAAAAAAAF1I/02IzcROjF8k/S220/IMG_0039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069045854153111246.post-3369263627290801074</id><published>2008-10-21T12:42:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T16:34:17.906+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Small Things in Budapest'/><title type='text'>Can Japanese fish dodge this splash ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://mainichi.jp/select/today/news/20081022k0000m020022000c.html?inb=ff"&gt;Magyar Suzuki launched to reimport brandnew model from Hungary to Japan. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, this summer, one of our competiters cordinated a investigation tour here in Hugary for 280 Japanese &lt;a href="http://ja.wikipedia.org/wiki/%E3%82%B9%E3%82%BA%E3%82%AD_(%E9%AD%9A)"&gt;Suzuki&lt;/a&gt; officers. Test drive and factory visit were held with 8 buses, 8 Japanese speaking guides, 8 Japanese tour leaders, and 1 guy from insurarance company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as I concerned, I bet Suzuki predectied this huge financial splash since last year. If our company forsaw the sign, if we would took place the tour, that would be a big fish. Dammit !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4069045854153111246-3369263627290801074?l=yoshibee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/feeds/3369263627290801074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4069045854153111246&amp;postID=3369263627290801074' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/3369263627290801074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/3369263627290801074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/2008/10/suzuki-sprash.html' title='Can Japanese fish dodge this splash ?'/><author><name>Yoshibee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SC__AvOhvQI/AAAAAAAAF1I/02IzcROjF8k/S220/IMG_0039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069045854153111246.post-4862122731327872886</id><published>2008-10-20T14:59:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T19:10:28.103+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel Sketch'/><title type='text'>Heading for Poland</title><content type='html'>I wanna write down No coffee shop in Budapest vol 2, but, cannot, cuz,,, My Dear Toshiba Dynabook is broken!! Esen, my Kyrgyzs friend is trying his best to fix it. I cannot appreciate anymore. well, im writing this from my office, in a relax time after explaining small report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SPyJTcgdS6I/AAAAAAAAKRY/ITjD2mpms44/s1600-h/K%C3%A9p1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SPyJTcgdS6I/AAAAAAAAKRY/ITjD2mpms44/s400/K%C3%A9p1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259229432024746914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 new book and 15 Mangas are arrived from Japan,&lt;br /&gt;Joined Hungarian Dance Lesson,&lt;br /&gt;Joined new Football club,&lt;br /&gt;Visited 15 cities in Hungary,&lt;br /&gt;Visited Vienna,&lt;br /&gt;Finally Succeeded of buying fair trade Hot Chocolate,&lt;br /&gt;Welcomed TOHO univ graduation trip,&lt;br /&gt;Became the oldest man in our flat,&lt;br /&gt;Found no hope in my Hungarian,&lt;br /&gt;Eventually started cocking (twice in a month),&lt;br /&gt;Survived 2 and half month without any fastfood :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SPyJlt2uQ0I/AAAAAAAAKRo/BtHyNUoBwf8/s1600-h/n678805455_4483303_9520.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SPyJlt2uQ0I/AAAAAAAAKRo/BtHyNUoBwf8/s400/n678805455_4483303_9520.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259229745919181634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, i will move my ass to....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Poland !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krakow, &lt;a href="http://ja.wikipedia.org/wiki/%E3%82%A2%E3%82%A6%E3%82%B7%E3%83%A5%E3%83%B4%E3%82%A3%E3%83%83%E3%83%84%EF%BC%9D%E3%83%93%E3%83%AB%E3%82%B1%E3%83%8A%E3%82%A6%E5%BC%B7%E5%88%B6%E5%8F%8E%E5%AE%B9%E6%89%80"&gt;Auschwitz-Birkenau&lt;/a&gt;, and Warsaw. 4 days trip with 3 Spanish guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this afternoon, suddenly i posed and stopped using fork when my boss said,&lt;br /&gt;"2 of my grandparents were killed in Auschwitz"&lt;br /&gt;then, her husband sitting just next to her said,&lt;br /&gt;"3 of my grandparents were killed as well"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, the journey has already started.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4069045854153111246-4862122731327872886?l=yoshibee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/feeds/4862122731327872886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4069045854153111246&amp;postID=4862122731327872886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/4862122731327872886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/4862122731327872886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/2008/10/heading-for-poland.html' title='Heading for Poland'/><author><name>Yoshibee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SC__AvOhvQI/AAAAAAAAF1I/02IzcROjF8k/S220/IMG_0039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SPyJTcgdS6I/AAAAAAAAKRY/ITjD2mpms44/s72-c/K%C3%A9p1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069045854153111246.post-7517850773193147982</id><published>2008-10-08T20:37:00.010+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T16:34:17.906+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Small Things in Budapest'/><title type='text'>No Coffee Shops in Budapest</title><content type='html'>Some randam pictures at first.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SO0ISZTkTXI/AAAAAAAAKQI/JGTfTFi_NCc/s1600-h/DSC00002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SO0ISZTkTXI/AAAAAAAAKQI/JGTfTFi_NCc/s400/DSC00002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254865452334861682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Last night with my lovely German flatmate Sarah and precious Polish friend Marta. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SO0JQRMFFdI/AAAAAAAAKQQ/yjjrD1IM31o/s1600-h/DSC00319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SO0JQRMFFdI/AAAAAAAAKQQ/yjjrD1IM31o/s400/DSC00319.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254866515307861458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vine @ Holloku village, one of the world heritage in Hungary. Only 350 ppl are here. I have been there for 3 times, and everytime I feel like I wanna stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SO0JyYJ9YyI/AAAAAAAAKQY/XnyLvomUkrg/s1600-h/IMG_0102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SO0JyYJ9YyI/AAAAAAAAKQY/XnyLvomUkrg/s400/IMG_0102.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254867101293568802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wine 2008. Sparkling, cheap, fresh, good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SO0Khth8GwI/AAAAAAAAKQg/HSTvrgGvEns/s1600-h/IMG_0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SO0Khth8GwI/AAAAAAAAKQg/HSTvrgGvEns/s400/IMG_0021.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254867914485144322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chain Bridge and Buda Castle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm shocked, so disappointed with these days wheather. No blue sky, raining all days long. Chilly, headache, cannot wake up early, sad, cannot enjoy cold beer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it suddenly got extremely cold, naturary searching good coffee shops added in my to-do list. I was surfing around internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found that running my life without STARBUCKS COFFEE is so undearable. When I was in Nagoya, I used to visit there 3 or 4 times in a week, enjoyed coffee beans frequently changes. In Budapest, unfortunately I cannot find any big coffee chains like Starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This city panched me down. i cannot find any confortable coffee shops. FOR FARE-TRADED AND ORGANIC COFFEE FANS, Budapest is not right place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Budapestian cafes, besides indivisual tiny stores, there are a few chain stores i.e. Coffee Shop Company (very clean, comfortable and modern designed furnitures),  Califolnia Coffee Company (always full, bagle is awsome and its atmosphere is rather friends' house than just a coffee shop), Gloria Jean's COFFEE (gorgeours, student discount is available, i have a members card of it) and so on. But the problem is all these companies are searving unfair-traded coffee. That's why now I am wondering to keep going there or not....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where should I go ? I know I do not need to think about. Let's just ask internet. I thought Internet can solve my problem, yes it could. Again, Budapest turned to be my city, there is a fare trade coffee shop. Eventually (to be continued).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4069045854153111246-7517850773193147982?l=yoshibee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/feeds/7517850773193147982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4069045854153111246&amp;postID=7517850773193147982' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/7517850773193147982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/7517850773193147982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/2008/10/no-coffee-shops-in-budapest.html' title='No Coffee Shops in Budapest'/><author><name>Yoshibee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SC__AvOhvQI/AAAAAAAAF1I/02IzcROjF8k/S220/IMG_0039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SO0ISZTkTXI/AAAAAAAAKQI/JGTfTFi_NCc/s72-c/DSC00002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069045854153111246.post-129744640670616610</id><published>2008-10-07T06:53:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T10:34:08.739+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><title type='text'>さいきん読んだ本11</title><content type='html'>庄司克宏　『欧州連合―統治の論理とゆくえ』&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=4004310997&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EU論ではなくてEUを知るための教科書のような本。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;鈴木　董　『オスマン帝国―イスラム世界の「柔らかい専制」』&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=4061490974&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;息の長い大国の統治システムを探る本。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;菊池良生　『神聖ローマ帝国』&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=4061496735&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;神聖ローマ帝国というすごく曖昧にされている歴史をわかりやすく解説した本。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;江村　洋　『ハプスブルク家』&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=4061490176&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;歴代皇帝やその側近の人間くさい部分を描写しているので、ハプスブルク家の歴史がぐっと身近に、たのしく読むことができる。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;マルタ・シャート（著）　西川賢一（訳）　『皇妃エリザベートの生涯 』&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=4087603776&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;エリザベートの伝記。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;小林朋道　『先生、巨大コウモリが廊下を飛んでいます！　[鳥取環境大学]の森の人間動物行動学』&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=4806713449&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;動物の習性をとことん書いた本。知ってるようで知らなかった動物の習性がたくさん出てきます。小林先生の異常な動物熱がツボでした。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;中村俊輔　『察知力』&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=4344980816&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;サッカーの本ではなくて、彼の生き方とか、考え方が綴られている。ワールドカップや移籍の裏話もおもしろい。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;井田徹治　『ウナギ―地球環境を語る魚』&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=4004310903&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;「ウナギは絶滅するかもしれない」と言われたら、たいていの日本人は驚くのではないかとおもう。じっさい、ウナギの漁獲高は激減している。日本では最盛期の6分の1、ヨーロッパでは実に最盛期の5%にまで落ち込んでいる。2004年にアメリカウナギは絶滅危惧種指定の審査を受けている。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;世界の70％のウナギを食べている日本人は、このことにあまり関心がないようだ。しかも漁獲量に反比例して、その消費量は年々ふえている。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;本書を読むと、謎に満ちたウナギの生態、ウナギをめぐる世界の動向、そしてウナギと日本人の関わりにいたるまで、じっくりと追っていくことができる。とても面白かった一冊。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;伊東信宏　『バルトーク―民謡を「発見」した辺境の作曲家』&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=4121013700&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ハンガリーを代表する音楽家は3人いる。ピアノの魔術師ことリスト・フェレンツ、その音楽教育メソッドが世界的に有名なコダーイ・ゾルターン、そして民謡を現代音楽に昇華させたバルトーク・ベーラ。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;バルトークの活躍した19世紀末から20世紀中ごろにかけて、ハンガリーは何においてもそのアイデンティティを模索していた。オーストリア・ハンガリー二重帝国の崩壊、共産主義の勃興のなかで、バルトークはハンガリー人のナショナリティーを音楽で表現するため、田舎の民謡に見つけようとした。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;地方にいっては農作業中の年寄りをつかまえ、土地の歌を歌わせた。当時の録音機は3,4回再生すれば壊れるような代物だったが、バルトークは歌を聞いただけで音符に落とすことができという。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;こうして何年もかけて、民謡を題材とした名曲をいくつもつくっていった。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ハンガリー人の多くは、どちらかというと複雑なバルトークよりも聴きやすいコダーイを好むと言われる。でも、その複雑怪奇な旋律のなかに、彼のハンガリーへの情熱が盛り込まれているからこそ、いまも多くの人に聞かれるのだろう。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8twYWCGqpkE&amp;hl=ja&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8twYWCGqpkE&amp;hl=ja&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;伊藤章治　『ジャガイモの世界史　－歴史を動かした貧者のパン』&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=412101930X&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;角山　栄　『茶の世界史　緑茶の文化と紅茶の社会』&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=4121005961&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;菊池良生　『ハプスブルグ帝国の情報メディア革命―近代郵便制度の誕生』&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=4087204251&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;これはおもしろかった。&lt;br /&gt;いかにして飛脚が郵便へ、そして新聞の発達に繋がったかということが、ローマからハプスブルグ帝国の歴史のなかで描かれている。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;鶴見良行　『バナナと日本人』&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=4004201993&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ゼミの先生の先生、鶴見先生の書。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;うちのゼミでは古典のように扱われいて、たぶんゼミ生すべてが読んでいると思うけれど、自分が休学している時期に課題文献となったので、たまたま読んでなかった。でも、今回読むことができた。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;この本は「フィリピン農園のバナナ生産者はどのような暮らしをしているのか」や、「スーパーで払った198円は、だれにどれくらい配分されるのか」ということを書いている。国内消費の90％をフィリピンから輸入している日本だが、消費者の自分たちがあまり想像しないことをテーマとしている。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;本当に目の付け所が鋭いと思う。バナナという身近なモノだけに、農園の惨状を知ると、当事者意識を掻き立てられる。丹念な文献の調査や経済構図を解き明かす構造まで、その取材力には圧巻。新書というのが信じられないくらい肉厚。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;「消費者は生産者におもいをはせよ」ということが、筆者のメッセージ。&lt;br /&gt;コンセプトとしては、もちろん今でいう「フェア・トレード」なんだけども、全く同じ主張を「フェア・トレード」という言葉を一回も使わず（というかフェア・トレードという言葉はなかったからなんだけど）描写しているところに、筆者の熱意を感じる。非常に感動した一冊。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4069045854153111246-129744640670616610?l=yoshibee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/feeds/129744640670616610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4069045854153111246&amp;postID=129744640670616610' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/129744640670616610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/129744640670616610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/2008/10/11.html' title='さいきん読んだ本11'/><author><name>Yoshibee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SC__AvOhvQI/AAAAAAAAF1I/02IzcROjF8k/S220/IMG_0039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069045854153111246.post-4848171289717393177</id><published>2008-09-29T18:56:00.030+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T07:54:24.350+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel Sketch'/><title type='text'>5 reasons you should visit Prague</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html"&gt;Pics uplorded on previous post.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From an tourist viewpoint, not based on objective facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason #1, Beautiful City&lt;br /&gt;If you have to walk everyday for some reason, I recommend you to spare a minute to think about how much pleasure do you deprive from walking. Yep, just walking. It may seem trivial to you but when you visit a beautiful city like Budapest or Prague, it's worth paying attention to. Never forget to bring the most walkable shoes you have in spite of worrying over how much beautiful you would be looked. Goodlooking or not you are, people would never give you any single glance. Of cource we also were not exception, city had been fixed our attention whole time. Beyond any descriptions, Prague is marvelous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SOEKEPizQrI/AAAAAAAAKLs/F0KWgGt46ig/s1600-h/IMG_0237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SOEKEPizQrI/AAAAAAAAKLs/F0KWgGt46ig/s400/IMG_0237.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251489708498961074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the seactrets of Prague's astonishly beauty is most part of the city has been seldom, if ever, destroyed with war. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SOELBGiIN-I/AAAAAAAAKL8/8-0r0B2lpD0/s1600-h/IMG_0245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SOELBGiIN-I/AAAAAAAAKL8/8-0r0B2lpD0/s400/IMG_0245.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251490754052241378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combination of historical obsolete buildings and latest contemporary art.&lt;br /&gt;Magnificent city should be handed down from generation to generation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason #2, Fine Beer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Budweiser is not American.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SOEMnrpC84I/AAAAAAAAKMM/U4Ps8B8_Sy4/s1600-h/IMG_0149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SOEMnrpC84I/AAAAAAAAKMM/U4Ps8B8_Sy4/s400/IMG_0149.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251492516360024962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I know such a remark is open to misunderstanding, however, who knows the exactly origin of it? Yes, it's Budejovicky' Budvar. This Czech local beer's name is borrowed into other beers all over the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SOENC1BYZfI/AAAAAAAAKMc/VdnfZrufgQM/s1600-h/IMG_0249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SOENC1BYZfI/AAAAAAAAKMc/VdnfZrufgQM/s400/IMG_0249.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251492982734480882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Czech beer is well-known for its quality and price. These days, every currency of Central European countries are extremely getting strong, still cheap the beer is. Compared with japanese one, it tastes sweater and lighter a bit so that it goes down very easily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SOEM7HzAOhI/AAAAAAAAKMU/9M-PUyghOzs/s1600-h/IMG_0144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SOEM7HzAOhI/AAAAAAAAKMU/9M-PUyghOzs/s400/IMG_0144.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251492850335496722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I tried to choose one, quite a few sorts of beers made me indecisive. 3 liters for 1st day, and another 3 liters for 2nd day. And the conclusion is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st Pilsner Urquell&lt;br /&gt;2nd Budejovicky' Budvar&lt;br /&gt;3rd Krusovice&lt;br /&gt;4th Staropramen&lt;br /&gt;5th Gambrinus&lt;br /&gt;6th Kozel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I don't like Kozel so much is it's too sweet for me. But it's worth trying Kozel, even if you are not a big fan. It might be good for ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason #3, Historical and Religious &lt;br /&gt;St. Charles 4th is credited with sowing the seeds of Bohemian Independent. On the both edge of the Charles bridge, 30 fancy seints' sculptures are lined up. Nancy is sophisticated enough to bring her iPod with Vltava. You know, Listening to Vltava above Vltava. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always crowded the brigde is, still solemn atomosphere remains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SOEN-yKOlMI/AAAAAAAAKMs/zopfHQ5Yf6g/s1600-h/IMG_0113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SOEN-yKOlMI/AAAAAAAAKMs/zopfHQ5Yf6g/s400/IMG_0113.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251494012758430914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Statue of Francis Xavier.&lt;br /&gt;You can see Asian looking statues sustains the Francis Xavier. Needless to say that he was a missoner in Asian field includes Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SOEOoZjp2iI/AAAAAAAAKM8/gRY3NBLt9GM/s1600-h/IMG_0204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SOEOoZjp2iI/AAAAAAAAKM8/gRY3NBLt9GM/s400/IMG_0204.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251494727708695074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SOEOSghesqI/AAAAAAAAKM0/FZ1z4mSAPjo/s1600-h/IMG_0203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SOEOSghesqI/AAAAAAAAKM0/FZ1z4mSAPjo/s400/IMG_0203.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251494351621501602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The magnificent cathedral dates back to 930..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SOEO2Q5HcEI/AAAAAAAAKNE/izrWdXku0QU/s1600-h/IMG_0221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SOEO2Q5HcEI/AAAAAAAAKNE/izrWdXku0QU/s400/IMG_0221.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251494965900963906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blue apartment inside the Palace is the place Franz Kafka used to commute to write novels. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason #4, Affable People, exclueds station attendants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SOEPHrzf8wI/AAAAAAAAKNM/OsysJO_MIKY/s1600-h/IMG_0154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SOEPHrzf8wI/AAAAAAAAKNM/OsysJO_MIKY/s400/IMG_0154.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251495265182937858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SOEPU3MeBEI/AAAAAAAAKNU/FOpteDDk060/s1600-h/IMG_0157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SOEPU3MeBEI/AAAAAAAAKNU/FOpteDDk060/s400/IMG_0157.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251495491578758210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;French Party People&lt;br /&gt;It was quite cheap hostel where we slept. Just 3,500 HUF(24USD)/1 night. Booking Domitory means we have to share one room with others. Our 1 night flatmates were 3 happily French road trippers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SOEPhIWZOSI/AAAAAAAAKNc/kJqolhpLL-Q/s1600-h/IMG_0159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SOEPhIWZOSI/AAAAAAAAKNc/kJqolhpLL-Q/s400/IMG_0159.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251495702342220066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SOEPt0FCcXI/AAAAAAAAKNk/9r-PgMqOTRU/s1600-h/IMG_0161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SOEPt0FCcXI/AAAAAAAAKNk/9r-PgMqOTRU/s400/IMG_0161.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251495920239014258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 1 AM, we came back from Argentine bar. Opening a door of our room, the French drunkards have already started their own party with loud music and wines they brought all the way from French. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quickly realising that we were not allowed to fall asleep, we just joined them saying "we are not Chinese".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of Nancy's French, three guys' incapability of speaking English was not problem. Music defeates language, at times, especially when people are drunken. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SOEQQlGSxWI/AAAAAAAAKNs/U7oYoB1t_JQ/s1600-h/IMG_0165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SOEQQlGSxWI/AAAAAAAAKNs/U7oYoB1t_JQ/s400/IMG_0165.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251496517513168226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hostel owner.&lt;br /&gt;I always take pictures when someone wears Japan-related T-shirt. The problem is, however, when we were leaving he said to me "Say hello to your Sumo Guys !" How can I say hello to Sumo wrestlers ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SOEQgGGJO3I/AAAAAAAAKN0/M8DjCUCwjXk/s1600-h/IMG_0255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SOEQgGGJO3I/AAAAAAAAKN0/M8DjCUCwjXk/s400/IMG_0255.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251496784068950898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Australian Bar&lt;br /&gt;On the 2nd day's night, we were looking for something to eat. Even though I knew looking for cheap restaurant in the very tourists area was not good idea, i could not stop hoping the presence of a few cheap ones because of serious stomachahe. Also, for some reasons I planed to take another beer even though I was sure that my stomach was collaposed by too much beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then finally we found Australian bar managed by Australian owner. The day was the day for concert so that he was quite happy enough to serve us free drinks. After spending 15 or 20 minutes in bathroom, the last Chesky beer went down to my throat, stomach, and bowel. Quickly, but lingeringly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The owner and this lady from New Zealand joined us and told us a lot of stories about living in Prague as a foreigner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SOEQzxK39II/AAAAAAAAKN8/YGLdyj_Hmdc/s1600-h/IMG_0256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SOEQzxK39II/AAAAAAAAKN8/YGLdyj_Hmdc/s400/IMG_0256.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251497122049029250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Tunisian guy&lt;br /&gt;After getting on a night train, One Tunisian guy was searching his seat with heavy his suit case. Nancy helped him a bit and then we talked almost 1 hour in the compartment. The reason why I look up to her is she always help someone on the street, bus station, in front of ATM or on the night train, whereever, though I prefer to ignore them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lying on the stall, He showed Tunisian pictures and Music. He said he is an IT manager in Brno, an another city in Chez Republic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only said "Sorry but that was good game" when he said to me "Why Japan defeated us in 2002 ?". He knows a lot, and loves Kawaguchi very much.&lt;br /&gt;"Compared to Narazaki, Kawaguchi is much better. Use Kawaguchi ! "&lt;br /&gt;"We need a good goal keeper just like Kawaguchi"&lt;br /&gt;"For a goal keeper, Kawaguchi is not so tall, but he moves really quickly, amazing"&lt;br /&gt;"You're very lucky coz Kawaguchi is still starting lineup, aren't you ?"&lt;br /&gt;"Nakata, Nakamura, Inamoto, Takahara,,,,and,,, what else,,,,aw yes, TODA !! yeah, he is good player, right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting new people is always funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason #5, Whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SOERhcUESbI/AAAAAAAAKOE/QYH-2YslqDw/s1600-h/IMG_0069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SOERhcUESbI/AAAAAAAAKOE/QYH-2YslqDw/s400/IMG_0069.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251497906724424114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God inhabits in detail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SOELO6UOsVI/AAAAAAAAKME/an-x_dBS8wI/s1600-h/IMG_0239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SOELO6UOsVI/AAAAAAAAKME/an-x_dBS8wI/s400/IMG_0239.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251490991290888530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their dicks move quickly, smoothly passionately and fiercely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SOERtng2_LI/AAAAAAAAKOM/27VIVUxu7bc/s1600-h/IMG_0246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SOERtng2_LI/AAAAAAAAKOM/27VIVUxu7bc/s400/IMG_0246.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251498115889298610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whole city is a museum. Nancy stocked in one of the works so called telephone box art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SOESDZMv6zI/AAAAAAAAKOU/YXc9BoD4hws/s1600-h/IMG_0199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SOESDZMv6zI/AAAAAAAAKOU/YXc9BoD4hws/s400/IMG_0199.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251498490003974962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just have a look at this black and white wall made in 17 century. So as to make a big picture with inexpensive money, painters spread ashes over the wall thoroughly, and then scrached it patiently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SOESPIXFKWI/AAAAAAAAKOc/0BlAqRDBwlw/s1600-h/IMG_0198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SOESPIXFKWI/AAAAAAAAKOc/0BlAqRDBwlw/s400/IMG_0198.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251498691642337634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This way to decorate a wall is is also famous in Checz. If you just have a look from far away, it looks like a 3-D building. Let's  close to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SOESaASUj7I/AAAAAAAAKOk/jP58WXAt_OA/s1600-h/IMG_0197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SOESaASUj7I/AAAAAAAAKOk/jP58WXAt_OA/s400/IMG_0197.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251498878453452722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ? It's flat. It's just carved walls. This style had been popular in 17 century. Amazing technic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a conclusion, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SOESzmGChYI/AAAAAAAAKOs/058mKobBAdI/s1600-h/IMG_0145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SOESzmGChYI/AAAAAAAAKOs/058mKobBAdI/s400/IMG_0145.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251499318099215746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Prague guarantees big pleasure so that you will not care about little stuff, for example, you should not check every 30 minutes if your polo shirt is inside-out or not. Nancy found it at 7 PM. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na Zdravi !! Dekuju Vam !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4069045854153111246-4848171289717393177?l=yoshibee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/feeds/4848171289717393177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4069045854153111246&amp;postID=4848171289717393177' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/4848171289717393177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/4848171289717393177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/2008/09/5-reasons-you-should-visit-prague.html' title='5 reasons you should visit Prague'/><author><name>Yoshibee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SC__AvOhvQI/AAAAAAAAF1I/02IzcROjF8k/S220/IMG_0039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SOEKEPizQrI/AAAAAAAAKLs/F0KWgGt46ig/s72-c/IMG_0237.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069045854153111246.post-788577582206328177</id><published>2008-07-31T21:47:00.011+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T17:06:58.020+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Review'/><title type='text'>Movies Recently, 3rd</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MAMMA MIA !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yzhxHsqQvsI&amp;hl=ja&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yzhxHsqQvsI&amp;hl=ja&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz Nancy gave us tickets for preview, Monika and I went seeing this funny, creepy, ABBA musical film. Of course Mamma Mia ! is well known musical all over the world. I checked this will be launched out in Japan or not, still I'm not sure. So my dear friends or relatives, JUST GO TO THEATHER IF IT COMES. I really really recommend it. Wanna have a great time with your girlfriend ?? Here is the way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wall E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r_RnTNhJSWM&amp;hl=ja&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r_RnTNhJSWM&amp;hl=ja&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I missed Croatia. Honestly speaking, one of the biggest mistake I did, ever in my life. Friends enjoyed perfectly blue Adriatic sea. Above all, came across to the nudist beach. Damm it. On the contrary, I, a big fan of Pixar, and Jia, a kindhearted Chinese flatmate, went to see WALL E last Sunday. I can say this is one of the best movies in Pixar. This is about future society where robots control everything. So naturally conversations are really fewer. Hungarian subtitles appeared, however if there had not appeared, I’m sure we could have understand the whole story. So wonderful, as usual.  Also, why this is not available in Japan Now? Guess what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUMPER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=B0019GZBK8&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr&amp;npa=1" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jumper while Jumping. It was on the way jumping to Paris. Why I chose this though AIR FRANCE has 40 movies or more....? hum, who knows. As far as science fiction, its role is similar to that of alcohol: to make a mood. Jumper accomplished its responsibility. Because of the jumping lag, I had to recognize 31 hours as just one day. It entertained me enough to hang around Paris until 1 AM after I arrived at 5 PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENCHANTED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=B0019BE31Q&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr&amp;npa=1" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was also when I was jumping. Funny, but yes, a little bit childish even though it is very masochistic of Disney. Love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ROBBER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=B00012IIYW&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr&amp;npa=1" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A free movie &amp; Music festival is now going on. Not only in Budapest but in several cities, people can enjoy from very historical movies to latest movies or every sorts of concert for FREE. What a city. It never happens in our city. Just awesome. The problem is, however, is almost that entire are made in Hungarian, of course. SO we went to see silent film roled by Chaplin and luckly we could enjoyed it. You cannot alway say newer is better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a disco in Margit Island, we also went to see a French movie named &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Just one kiss&lt;/span&gt;. I tried to find it ,but to someone's reglet, it seems Google doesn’t know it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4069045854153111246-788577582206328177?l=yoshibee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/feeds/788577582206328177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4069045854153111246&amp;postID=788577582206328177' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/788577582206328177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/788577582206328177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/2008/08/movies-these-days-3rd.html' title='Movies Recently, 3rd'/><author><name>Yoshibee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SC__AvOhvQI/AAAAAAAAF1I/02IzcROjF8k/S220/IMG_0039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069045854153111246.post-4561398101916134941</id><published>2008-07-23T23:06:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T16:34:17.907+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Small Things in Budapest'/><title type='text'>A Tattoo</title><content type='html'>Just like other European people, I quite often see Hungarian with tattoos. Japanese grafics or Japanese words are also observable. Even tattoos on man's head, sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SIed7DfI0gI/AAAAAAAAHCM/a3TNGG-y-v0/s1600-h/IMG_0041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SIed7DfI0gI/AAAAAAAAHCM/a3TNGG-y-v0/s400/IMG_0041.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226319530460500482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I ordered a beer at &lt;a href="http://www.xpatloop.com/news/budapest_space-film-music_festival_2008"&gt;Tér-Film-Zene&lt;/a&gt;, one month free Music &amp; Movie festival in Budapest, an clerk suddenly roll her shirt up and said "Ez Szeretlek?? Ez Szeretlek??". That means "Is this Love??". As I said "Yes it means love", she jumped, shouted, throwed her right hand in the air. How many people don't know what their tattoo means? That made me happy a little bit, still I don't understand the value of printing it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4069045854153111246-4561398101916134941?l=yoshibee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/feeds/4561398101916134941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4069045854153111246&amp;postID=4561398101916134941' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/4561398101916134941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/4561398101916134941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/2008/07/tatoo.html' title='A Tattoo'/><author><name>Yoshibee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SC__AvOhvQI/AAAAAAAAF1I/02IzcROjF8k/S220/IMG_0039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SIed7DfI0gI/AAAAAAAAHCM/a3TNGG-y-v0/s72-c/IMG_0041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069045854153111246.post-2587513423678304913</id><published>2008-07-23T22:53:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T16:34:17.907+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Small Things in Budapest'/><title type='text'>A Portrait</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SIebCufMfkI/AAAAAAAAHCE/J0DZZn_Vb0w/s1600-h/IMG_0026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SIebCufMfkI/AAAAAAAAHCE/J0DZZn_Vb0w/s400/IMG_0026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226316363727666754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A portlait drown by Monika, a lovely Polish flatmate. No doubt she is talented whichever it looks like me or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4069045854153111246-2587513423678304913?l=yoshibee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/feeds/2587513423678304913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4069045854153111246&amp;postID=2587513423678304913' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/2587513423678304913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/2587513423678304913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/2008/07/portrait.html' title='A Portrait'/><author><name>Yoshibee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SC__AvOhvQI/AAAAAAAAF1I/02IzcROjF8k/S220/IMG_0039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SIebCufMfkI/AAAAAAAAHCE/J0DZZn_Vb0w/s72-c/IMG_0026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069045854153111246.post-6138892101292206846</id><published>2008-07-08T23:10:00.010+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T10:34:08.739+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><title type='text'>さいきん読んだ本⑩</title><content type='html'>菅豊　『川は誰のものか　人と環境の民俗学』&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=464205605X&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr&amp;npa=1" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;秋道智彌　『なわばりの文化史　海・山・川の資源と民俗社会』&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=409626184X&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr&amp;npa=1" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;はやいもので日本を発ってもうひと月半になろうとしている。&lt;br /&gt;平日は7時半に起床。&lt;br /&gt;9時から17時までオフィスにいて、&lt;br /&gt;夕方は街をあるいたり、本を読んだり。&lt;br /&gt;週末はだいたいパーティー。明け方まで呑むこともある。&lt;br /&gt;先月はツアー同行が多くて、いろいろな地方を訪れたりもした。&lt;br /&gt;そんなこんなでいそがしく毎日が過ぎていくのだけれど、&lt;br /&gt;こういう本を読むと、&lt;br /&gt;「ああおれ、ここに勉強しに来たんだった」&lt;br /&gt;と、思わせられる。&lt;br /&gt;「おれ社会人じゃなかった。学生だった」&lt;br /&gt;とか、&lt;br /&gt;「そうそう、こういう卒論が書きたかったんだ」&lt;br /&gt;と。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;洞爺湖サミットが開催されている。&lt;br /&gt;議論の中心は「環境保全」だそうだが、&lt;br /&gt;たった8国の首長が、環境保全のために世界共通のルールをきめようだなんて、なんかおかしくないだろうか。&lt;br /&gt;京都議定書のつぎはなんだろう。こんどはどんな法律ができるのだろう。&lt;br /&gt;国がきめたルールは地方にいきわたり、地方のルールはそれぞれの地域に適合される。&lt;br /&gt;資料が確認されるだけで何百年、そしておそらくは何千年の歴史のなかで形づくられてきた「ローカルルール」は、いま「環境保全」だとか「持続可能な開発」とかいう大義名分のまえで、姿を消してしまっている。ほんとにそれでいいのか。この二冊は、そんな「ローカルルール」の歴史といまにスポットライトを当てた論文。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;『川は誰のものか』は新潟県岩船郡山北町をながれる大川と、その流域9村を舞台としている。大川はサケが遡上する川だ。そこででてくるローカルルールの目的は、「9村でとれるサケをいかに平等にわけるか」というものだった。このルールは400年ちかくのあいだ、大川を資源とする人びとによって、形を変えながら存在してきた。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;川を遡るサケを下流で取り尽くせば、産卵できずに絶滅してしまう。網を流せば、必要以上にサケを取りすぎてしまう。大川では、資料で確認されているだけでも1619年から、&lt;a href="http://www.food.maruha-nichiro.co.jp/salmon/fishery/02_02.html"&gt;コド&lt;/a&gt;と呼ばれるおよそプリミティブな漁具と漁師の技量だけで、現在まで漁をおこなってきた。争いもあったが、そのときどきに村々で会議をおこない、「人と自然の関係」というよりは「人と人の関係」がうまくいくよう、ずっと話し合いがおこなわれてきた。その結果として「人と自然の関係」もうまくいったのだが、それは二次的な効用にすぎなかった。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;いま「持続可能な開発」だとか「サスティナブル」などということばが特にさけばれているけれども、それは目新しい概念では決してない。ところが、ローカルルールをトップダウンで踏み潰しておいて、またしてもトップダウンで「持続可能な開発」「サスティナブル」などとさけぶ声が、あまりに大きすぎるとおもう。人と人、人と自然のかかわりのなかで精製されてきた知恵・技術を置き去りにし、近代科学の発展のみを下敷きにして。だれのための開発で、だれのための環境保全なのかと、問いただしたくなる。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;逆に、民俗学をよりどころに、「それじゃ、うまくいかないよ」と、さけぶのが、この二冊。&lt;br /&gt;たんねんに民俗資料を調査して、さりげなく通説を批判する。&lt;br /&gt;だれもが見落としていることがらから、ソリューションを手探りしていく。&lt;br /&gt;けっして一面的なかんがえにおちいるということがない。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;こんな気持ちのいい論文を、自分も書いてみたいとおもった。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;宮本常一　『民俗学の旅』&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=4061591045&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr&amp;npa=1" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.towatown.jp/database/"&gt;データベース&lt;/a&gt;に確認されるだけで、その著作数は11,186。&lt;br /&gt;日本じゅうを歩き回った、稀有の民俗学者、宮本常一。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;本書は、著者が晩年につづった自伝的エッセイになっている。&lt;br /&gt;ページをめくるたび、もっと旅をしたくなった。17章「若い人たち、未来」では、世界各国を旅し、あるき、みて、きき、まなべ、という著者の想いを存分にうけとることができた。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;さいきんハンガリーでも田舎のほうに行くことがおおい。&lt;br /&gt;たとえばホッロークーというすばらしい村に二度いったことがあるが、そこで村の語り部のおばあちゃんにお会いした。しかしながら、ハンガリー語がわからないので、話を聞くことができない。あるいたり、みたりすることはできるが、きくことができない。真剣にハンガリー語を勉強したいとおもった。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ふだん生活していると、ふと「卒論なんにしよーかなー」と、かんがえることがおおい。思いつくだけでも、&lt;br /&gt;ワイン、&lt;br /&gt;川漁師、&lt;br /&gt;牧畜、&lt;br /&gt;屠殺、&lt;br /&gt;ハンガリー周辺諸国のハンガリー人コミュニティ、&lt;br /&gt;ホッロークー、&lt;br /&gt;ホルトバージの騎馬文化、&lt;br /&gt;カロチャの刺繍、&lt;br /&gt;なんて、候補がある。&lt;br /&gt;いずれにせよ、現地語がしゃべれないと。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;さて、よそ者としてこの国におじゃまし、どんな調査をさせてもらえるのか。&lt;br /&gt;ちょっとでもおもしろいものになればいいんだけども、テーマになりそうなものはごろごろある。ということは、やはりおもしろさは自分の努力に比例するんだろうな、と。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;竹内謙礼　『御社のホームページがダメな理由―98%は死んでいる 』&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=4806129917&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr&amp;npa=1" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;かるい本なので2時間で読んだ。&lt;br /&gt;構成もシンプル。「ダメな理由」が16とおり、成功事例が5とおり掲載されている。&lt;br /&gt;本書の作者は1970年生まれ、38歳。インターネットがつくられたのがこの12、3年であることを考えると、ウェブの世界でゴリゴリやってきた世代だ。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;読了後Amazonのレビューなどを見てみたところ、&lt;br /&gt;「ホームページ担当者必読の一冊」「もっとはやく読んでおけばよかった」&lt;br /&gt;という肯定的な意見と、&lt;br /&gt;「結局どうすればいいのか？」「批判、失敗事例ばかりで役に立たない」&lt;br /&gt;という否定的な意見がフィフティーフィフティーになっているようだ。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;いま現在、ホームページ制作というまったくやったことのない分野に身を置いていることもあって、個人的にはとても役に立った。ウェブ制作におけるワークフローは理解できても、それぞれのプロセスの実態は見えにくい。本書はそんな現代のウェブ制作実情を、たくさんの事例でリアルに浮かび上がらせた一冊になっている。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;矢田俊隆　『ハンガリー・チェコスロヴァキア現代史』&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=B000J8LFDY&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr&amp;npa=1" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ブダペストの古本屋で購入した本。&lt;br /&gt;Amazonのリンクを貼っておいてあれだけども、現在Amazonでは買えない様子。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;内容は、&lt;br /&gt;①古代～WW1、&lt;br /&gt;②WWIとWW2、&lt;br /&gt;③WW2～1989、&lt;br /&gt;④1989年以降、&lt;br /&gt;の、おおきくよっつの時期に区分される。&lt;br /&gt;①～③までは1970年に書かれ、④は体制転換を受けた90年代に書かれた。①～③までは写真、図などがたくさん使われているのに、④にはひとつも出てこない。89年の情勢をうけて「緊急加筆」したものらしいことがわかる。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;史実が事細かに説明されているので、高校の世界史の教科書を読むように、じっくりノートをとりながら読んだ。ハンガリー、というかパンノニア大平原の歴史をダイジェストでみるとなると、以下のようになる。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;紀元前 　ケルト人の入植&lt;br /&gt;↓&lt;br /&gt;1～4C 　 古代ローマ&lt;br /&gt;↓&lt;br /&gt;5～9C 　 フン族、アヴァール族、ロンバルト族が入植&lt;br /&gt;↓&lt;br /&gt;10C　　　マジャール人（ハンガリー人）による国土征服&lt;br /&gt;↓&lt;br /&gt;11C　　　キリスト教へ改宗、神聖ローマ帝国のいち公国に&lt;br /&gt;↓&lt;br /&gt;13C　　　モンゴルによる支配（1年）&lt;br /&gt;↓&lt;br /&gt;15C　　　アドリア海～バルト海、ウィーンを支配&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;（ハンガリー公国黄金期）&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;↓&lt;br /&gt;16C　　　トルコによる占領（100年）&lt;br /&gt;↓&lt;br /&gt;17～18C  ハプスブルグ家による支配&lt;br /&gt;↓&lt;br /&gt;19C　　　ハンガリー＝オーストリア二重帝国（自治回復）&lt;br /&gt;↓&lt;br /&gt;20C　　　二度の世界大戦敗北とワルシャワ条約機構加入、&lt;br /&gt;　　　　  1956年のハンガリー動乱と1989年の民主化。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ハンガリーは中世にその黄金時代をむかえて以降、あとは斜陽の歴史をたどっている。モンゴル、トルコ、ハプスブルグ、ナチス、ソ連につぎつぎと支配され、ついに自由を手にしてまだ20年も経っていない。なんと苦難の歴史をたどってきたことか。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;このダイジェストだけを見ると、だれでもそんなふうにおもうとおもう。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;でもたとえば、ハプスブルグからは自治を勝ちとった。トルコの温泉はのこしたが、モスクはこわして教会に変えた。WW2後の選挙で、実はモスクワよりの社会党は完敗している（当初ハンガリー民衆は共産主義を拒否した）。また、鉄のカーテンを最初にやぶったのはハンガリー政府の判断によるもので、これがベルリンの壁崩壊、ソ連崩壊のきっかけになった。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;歴史はうわすべりさせてるだけじゃおもしろくない。とくに19Cから20Cにかけて、いくつものストーリーを緻密に追うことができ、とてもたのしく歴史を勉強できた。またチェコスロヴァキアと同時に扱っている点も、理解しやすく比較もできるのでGOOD。本のウラ表紙に以前の持ち主とおぼしき名前が書いてあった。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SHPnh76H8xI/AAAAAAAAHB8/AC8Lij7mYkc/s1600-h/IMG_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SHPnh76H8xI/AAAAAAAAHB8/AC8Lij7mYkc/s400/IMG_0002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220770963255718674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;及川徹さん、小野雄太郎さん、ありがとうございます。&lt;br /&gt;そしてずっと保管してくれてた古本屋のおじさんにも、ありがとう。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4069045854153111246-6138892101292206846?l=yoshibee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/feeds/6138892101292206846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4069045854153111246&amp;postID=6138892101292206846' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/6138892101292206846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/6138892101292206846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='さいきん読んだ本⑩'/><author><name>Yoshibee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SC__AvOhvQI/AAAAAAAAF1I/02IzcROjF8k/S220/IMG_0039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SHPnh76H8xI/AAAAAAAAHB8/AC8Lij7mYkc/s72-c/IMG_0002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069045854153111246.post-5893798811242330534</id><published>2008-07-05T18:11:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T16:34:17.907+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Small Things in Budapest'/><title type='text'>FC TTK</title><content type='html'>A sound mind in a sound body. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hungarian table manner is similar to that of Korean. Always there comes too much volume. Just leave it if you cannot finish it because eating everything up without exception is not regarded as a polite way. If you want to express an appreciation toward cooks, waiters, or companies, just leave some piece of vegetables or single slice of meats no matter how hungry you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SG-etKclphI/AAAAAAAAHBU/53fdI787_Sc/s1600-h/IMG_0027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SG-etKclphI/AAAAAAAAHBU/53fdI787_Sc/s400/IMG_0027.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219564991881258514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I hoped I would get more good shape here in Hungary, unfortunately that wish have not come true yet. Even in 2 weeks stay in Philippine, I became slim to some extend. I spend over 1 month in Hungary however, the situation will not be improved. The reasons are cheap beer and immorality against leaving meals, I know, certainly. Of course no one detect me as a fat man in Budapest, which is never proper reason not to go on exercise. I was looking for the solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I joined a football team. &lt;br /&gt;One of my coworker introduced me a man in charge of FC TTK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Football club of TTK is amateur futsal team for middle age. No students, No foreigners. Joh is the captain of the team also only guy who can understand English. On arriving to the ground around 8 PM, he passed me a blue uniform NO.4 saying “Welcome to club”. Putting on the uniform, I was totally excited. Long time no see the grass football field. Long time no kick the ball with all my strength. I realized moving my body freely is luxury pleasure. I kicked the ball and run around as much as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SG-defFClNI/AAAAAAAAHBE/MbXoQy60Sa0/s1600-h/IMG_0036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SG-defFClNI/AAAAAAAAHBE/MbXoQy60Sa0/s400/IMG_0036.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219563640209970386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably for European, football is more or less the most popular sport for every age. From young guys to even very old men with white hair or big stomach enjoy playing it. This kind of atmosphere I love so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game was started at 8:30. It was not practice match but it was the last game of official tournament among amateur teams. TTK comes in 11th within 20 teams. I did not expect that I would have to play the game, but it turned I had to. I did, and got too tired to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course they play just for fun, but they will not be irresponsible. I mean, they always play seriously. When I did not come back to defend, they shouted to me (in Hungarian, of course). I naturally cannot understand Hungarian but that is not fetal problem to do futsal. The problem is I have been away from any sport for a long time and I was not taugh enough. I got full of fatigue. I am 22. Others are 29, 30, 34, 38, 49 etc, but I am sure I was useless at all. I was completely exhausted. From Monday to Thursday, I cannot walk without taking rest sometimes. So miserable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SG-dz30l5eI/AAAAAAAAHBM/84g8qRyRmSs/s1600-h/IMG_0037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SG-dz30l5eI/AAAAAAAAHBM/84g8qRyRmSs/s400/IMG_0037.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219564007629120994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next season will start from September, which means I have 2 month to train my body. A sound mind in a sound body. I will jog 2 times in a week. Also I will throw my beers away and take wines instead. Ah,,,yes, now I am drinking a bottle of beer but you know, this will be the last one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4069045854153111246-5893798811242330534?l=yoshibee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/feeds/5893798811242330534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4069045854153111246&amp;postID=5893798811242330534' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/5893798811242330534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/5893798811242330534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/2008/07/fc-ttk.html' title='FC TTK'/><author><name>Yoshibee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SC__AvOhvQI/AAAAAAAAF1I/02IzcROjF8k/S220/IMG_0039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SG-etKclphI/AAAAAAAAHBU/53fdI787_Sc/s72-c/IMG_0027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069045854153111246.post-7923514193015742897</id><published>2008-06-30T01:32:00.010+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T16:34:17.908+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Small Things in Budapest'/><title type='text'>Weekends......Blablabla</title><content type='html'>I’m getting jealous of Budapest. Always something happens in every weekend especially for summer season. Now all the schools here got in summer vacation so that various kinds of festivals are going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 week before, we went to a pub for 3 guys’ birthday party including me. One of my friends ordered a biggest pizza I have ever seen from another restaurant, although we were in the pub. That could be so rude, and in Japan it could be unacceptable depends on a situation, but at that time everyone seemed nothing special happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SGgcBIE2sGI/AAAAAAAAG_s/S3GykvA2qbM/s1600-h/IMG_0063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SGgcBIE2sGI/AAAAAAAAG_s/S3GykvA2qbM/s400/IMG_0063.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217450973982011490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 week before, a night museum festival was held just like I wrote in a previous entry. Plus, we joined farewell party for one Chinese trainee who had worked at wholesale company of wine. I cannot count the number of people came to the party, but roughly more than 40 people I guess. They were almost other trainees from different country who are working here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Portuguese, Brazil, Russia, Rumania, Serbia, U.S, Finland, Germany, Poland, Netherland, India, China, Malaysia, Peru, Mexico, New Zealand, Slovakia, Colombia, Turkey…etc. I am sure I can find some more. Since they have their own background, it is really interesting to talk about our countries. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, when a Russian girl (OMG!! forgot her name…hum… probably she doesn't remember my name as well,,, never mind), Lukasz from Poland and I were chatting about something political theme, I found he took it granted that Kaliningrad should be a part of Poland. I said something like Russia should give more positive attitude to the Northern 4 islands Territories issue, but she stands in completely different viewpoint. It was always like that. Being minority in another country and just chatting as to daily stuffs is really interesting, but the more I have conversations, the more I realize that I should know about my country. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then about this weekend, we had another farewell party for Alla on Friday. Actually she can speak Japanese since she stayed 1 year in Kansai, but it is big shame that she will be going back to Russia so soon. Saturday, we went to free concert of SANTANA as well. Sunday, went to Jewish festival. Just now we have finished watching the final match of EURO. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SGgiaApjg2I/AAAAAAAAHA0/K3SSfFnLs-s/s1600-h/n691479380_522694_6287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SGgiaApjg2I/AAAAAAAAHA0/K3SSfFnLs-s/s400/n691479380_522694_6287.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217457998554956642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alla's farewell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SGgcVueWJRI/AAAAAAAAG_0/_rphbAUxxBI/s1600-h/IMG_0046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SGgcVueWJRI/AAAAAAAAG_0/_rphbAUxxBI/s400/IMG_0046.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217451327886861586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soooooooo crowded. must be over 5% of population in this city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SGgc3llPVfI/AAAAAAAAG_8/Yh_NcVkwvP0/s1600-h/IMG_0054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SGgc3llPVfI/AAAAAAAAG_8/Yh_NcVkwvP0/s400/IMG_0054.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217451909615408626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon, Alla, Nancy, and a guy gazing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SGglW8IN4vI/AAAAAAAAHA8/DtKYn26l7xE/s1600-h/IMG_0068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SGglW8IN4vI/AAAAAAAAHA8/DtKYn26l7xE/s400/IMG_0068.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217461244336661234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone loses themselves in the music,,, including kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SGgdfnQ_E1I/AAAAAAAAHAE/pvswJ6WDYR8/s1600-h/IMG_0057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SGgdfnQ_E1I/AAAAAAAAHAE/pvswJ6WDYR8/s400/IMG_0057.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217452597262095186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jQgmf3QSW8E&amp;hl=ja"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jQgmf3QSW8E&amp;hl=ja" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea about Carlos Santana. but there is one song i know. SOOO AWESOMEEE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SGgfz_M11KI/AAAAAAAAHAM/S8ndUqKlyek/s1600-h/IMG_0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SGgfz_M11KI/AAAAAAAAHAM/S8ndUqKlyek/s400/IMG_0009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217455146307802274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was small festa, but there were many police mans at each entrance of a street. that reminds me of a communists' conference in Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SGgg2wGC8ZI/AAAAAAAAHAU/24u6Kz3Xx60/s1600-h/IMG_0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SGgg2wGC8ZI/AAAAAAAAHAU/24u6Kz3Xx60/s400/IMG_0020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217456293304005010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SGghEqKrh7I/AAAAAAAAHAc/xhSIKQSnb1s/s1600-h/IMG_0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SGghEqKrh7I/AAAAAAAAHAc/xhSIKQSnb1s/s400/IMG_0013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217456532230997938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually my flat is in Jewish district.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SGghZRSw1YI/AAAAAAAAHAk/mUGiLxTvIWk/s1600-h/IMG_0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SGghZRSw1YI/AAAAAAAAHAk/mUGiLxTvIWk/s400/IMG_0017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217456886331266434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SGghmb_DRaI/AAAAAAAAHAs/37-QOc5itUs/s1600-h/IMG_0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SGghmb_DRaI/AAAAAAAAHAs/37-QOc5itUs/s400/IMG_0016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217457112539678114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what comes next?  At the end of July, probably we will take a travel to Croatia. Then Formula-1 comes next. After that, there is a huge 1 week concert will be held in Budapest. Huge numbers of artists like R.E.M., Kaiser Chiefs, Jamiroquai, Justice, or the Kooks are coming at the end of August. The best thing is Sex Pistols is going to be reunion for the festival. I never want to miss it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4069045854153111246-7923514193015742897?l=yoshibee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/feeds/7923514193015742897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4069045854153111246&amp;postID=7923514193015742897' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/7923514193015742897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/7923514193015742897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/2008/06/weekendsblablabla.html' title='Weekends......Blablabla'/><author><name>Yoshibee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SC__AvOhvQI/AAAAAAAAF1I/02IzcROjF8k/S220/IMG_0039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SGgcBIE2sGI/AAAAAAAAG_s/S3GykvA2qbM/s72-c/IMG_0063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069045854153111246.post-5565470972409937540</id><published>2008-06-26T00:47:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T16:34:17.908+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Small Things in Budapest'/><title type='text'>BANGLA BUFE</title><content type='html'>Saturday, I realized my Bengali is still much better than my Hungarian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was on a way to Night museum. After I walked about 10 minutes, I found a restaurant named Bangla Bufe. It reminded me of Bangladesh, my sweet country. From February to April in 2006, I spent 2 month there. I was 19 years old. Although 2 and half year have past, I still remember some Bengali words. Saying ASSARAAMU ARAIKUMU, which is a greeting for Muslim, I decided to pretend to be a Bengali boy. I took a seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SGLLYnwbjXI/AAAAAAAAG-k/r43rZJobst4/s1600-h/IMG_0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SGLLYnwbjXI/AAAAAAAAG-k/r43rZJobst4/s400/IMG_0015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215954942297869682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to say KAMONACHO which means how are you in Bengali, on the contrary I found myself said HOGY VAGY means how are you in Hungarian. When I was about to say DONNOBATTO which means thank you in Bengali, unintentionally I used KOSZNOM SZEPAN instead of it. It means thank you in Hungarian. Probably I was there for 1 hour or more, but it was always like that. I was too mixed up. Some part of synapse of my brain was trying to find some Hungarian words. Some of them aimed to remember Bengali. Also others were still busy for English. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SGLLv_0grZI/AAAAAAAAG-s/mouW8hq3MhA/s1600-h/IMG_0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SGLLv_0grZI/AAAAAAAAG-s/mouW8hq3MhA/s400/IMG_0011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215955343894424978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SGLL9MNAgMI/AAAAAAAAG-0/i9shyvsnACs/s1600-h/IMG_0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SGLL9MNAgMI/AAAAAAAAG-0/i9shyvsnACs/s400/IMG_0012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215955570556698818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were 3 clerks who can speak English, Hungarian plus Bengali. Their pronunciation is really great. It was not like you usually imagine Indian English. They were so surprised and said they were very happy since I came. They got happy enough to give me two Bengali homemade sweets (MISHUTI) for free. That made me really happy. I don’t think I can find a word to explain this emotion, but it was a kind of feeling like a reunion to your old friends. In just 3 minutes, we totally became friends or more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People in Bangladesh are really friendly, or I can say sometimes they are too friendly. I love the atmosphere. Bangla Bufe so clearly reminded me my friends in Bangladesh. I really appreciate my friends for having taught me Bengali every time. Thanks to them, I had a good time in Budapest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sang along Bengali national anthem together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SGLMLtLxS8I/AAAAAAAAG-8/a-7bfmA04Yc/s1600-h/IMG_0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SGLMLtLxS8I/AAAAAAAAG-8/a-7bfmA04Yc/s400/IMG_0013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215955819928046530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not so good pic. i should take another shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONEEK DONNOBATTO. ABAARU, AMI BESHI BESHI BONDDU EKUSHATE, APUNAL BANGRA BUFE SHOTTI DEKA HOBE.　(thank you very much. I'm eager to visit your restaurant again with a lot of friends).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping this sort of reunion come again somewhere, I keep trying Hungarian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4069045854153111246-5565470972409937540?l=yoshibee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/feeds/5565470972409937540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4069045854153111246&amp;postID=5565470972409937540' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/5565470972409937540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/5565470972409937540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/2008/06/bangla-bufe.html' title='BANGLA BUFE'/><author><name>Yoshibee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SC__AvOhvQI/AAAAAAAAF1I/02IzcROjF8k/S220/IMG_0039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SGLLYnwbjXI/AAAAAAAAG-k/r43rZJobst4/s72-c/IMG_0015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069045854153111246.post-9113893345275379499</id><published>2008-06-22T23:00:00.019+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T16:34:17.908+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Small Things in Budapest'/><title type='text'>Night Museum</title><content type='html'>On Saturday I got another blaster. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning Lucia went back to China. We lost our flat mate or more. Since she worked at wholesale company of wine, she has a talent of tasting wine. One day when I was back to apartment with a cheap red wine, she swallowed a bit and detected all ingredients contained the wine. I was so surprised, but she’s not just a genius. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was carrying her luggage, I found that she brought a large number of books concerning wine. In order to be useful at her company, she booked special air ticket which acceptable less than 40kg. Who knows, but I have a kind of feeling we’ll meet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SF6-euqSwwI/AAAAAAAAG9M/ZFAAE1jSh5Y/s1600-h/IMG_0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SF6-euqSwwI/AAAAAAAAG9M/ZFAAE1jSh5Y/s400/IMG_0010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214814853672387330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon, saying bye to Nancy, one of three flat mates, I left our nest at 3pm. The purpose was Night Museum. On 21st of July, almost all the museums in Budapest opened until late at night. Some of them are still opened until 2AM. Chain Bridge, the symbol of this city, turned to Pedestrian Street for one night. Concerts were held everywhere. So many people enjoyed their time, on the contrary I felt regrettable for coming alone (why don’t you give your interests for more something artistic everyone!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I covered 5 museums and 5 concerts at the night. I came back to flat around 3AM, which means 12 hours I spent for feeling so called arts. I cannot say how many pictures I gazed but must be over 1,000; Hieroglyph, Mummy, Rodin, Monnet, so many icons, abstraction, Hindu arts, objet, Ukiyoe, square cube sink bear, or the newest escalator system in the world etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found another blaster on the third finger of right leg. Peeling it, I got a little bit jealous of this city. City wants art. It’s very Budapest. I like art, or I mean I like looking especially for icons. Art is easy, at least easier than Hungarian. The best thing is no language needs for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PM 16:00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SF6-uSz3tdI/AAAAAAAAG9U/h-KC061hNcA/s1600-h/IMG_0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SF6-uSz3tdI/AAAAAAAAG9U/h-KC061hNcA/s400/IMG_0029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214815121074271698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ukiyoe. in 19 century, there is a corrector of Eastern atrs named Ferenc Hopp. He traveled Middle East, India, China, Thai and Japan. He came to Japan three times but he said he was dissapointed when everythig was changed after Meiji Restoration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PM 17:00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SF6_FQYOYlI/AAAAAAAAG9c/YniyjCB6K2c/s1600-h/IMG_0039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SF6_FQYOYlI/AAAAAAAAG9c/YniyjCB6K2c/s400/IMG_0039.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214815515558437458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18:00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SF7CC9ELGXI/AAAAAAAAG98/PZmqOmC57FE/s1600-h/IMG_0058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SF7CC9ELGXI/AAAAAAAAG98/PZmqOmC57FE/s400/IMG_0058.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214818774549207410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I was looking this picture, but i feel it was gazing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20:00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SF6_gzc0Y-I/AAAAAAAAG9k/NWH9pXV5sUY/s1600-h/IMG_0077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SF6_gzc0Y-I/AAAAAAAAG9k/NWH9pXV5sUY/s400/IMG_0077.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214815988829414370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey who hanged this stupid stained black board ?? &lt;br /&gt;hum.....this is the modern, isn't it ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20:30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SF7A_-e63RI/AAAAAAAAG9s/A1k8dNrPDbw/s1600-h/IMG_0084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SF7A_-e63RI/AAAAAAAAG9s/A1k8dNrPDbw/s400/IMG_0084.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214817623878589714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah....no comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22:00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SF7F9PqCxBI/AAAAAAAAG-M/I-ZMpdy0RV8/s1600-h/IMG_0100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SF7F9PqCxBI/AAAAAAAAG-M/I-ZMpdy0RV8/s400/IMG_0100.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214823074507179026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to a Jazz concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23:00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SF7BYMJJfDI/AAAAAAAAG90/NpYZQkCvNtA/s1600-h/IMG_0113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SF7BYMJJfDI/AAAAAAAAG90/NpYZQkCvNtA/s400/IMG_0113.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214818039862230066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, you'll never be alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;00:00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SF7Gtv4DcUI/AAAAAAAAG-Y/wIHXqMiXmhw/s1600-h/IMG_0120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SF7Gtv4DcUI/AAAAAAAAG-Y/wIHXqMiXmhw/s400/IMG_0120.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214823907789599042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with your eyes talks more than a picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01:30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SF7Cy8gmdFI/AAAAAAAAG-E/tE0_dS74qfc/s1600-h/IMG_0134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SF7Cy8gmdFI/AAAAAAAAG-E/tE0_dS74qfc/s400/IMG_0134.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214819599033726034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really confortable to sit back on a very relaxing cushion and see a concert. Artists were under the stairs. It was my first time to sleep on the floor of museum (Actually i slept for a half hour).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it is very good for a historical city which had had an important traffic role just like Budapest, because it used to be a border which divided Roman Empire/others, Catholicism/Orthodox, Christianity/Islam, Europe/Mongol, and Europe/Turkey. There must be so many people who cannot speak other languages. The reason why so many fine arts are here is they had been used as a kind of tools which generates Christian centripetal force. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing is no language needs for art.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4069045854153111246-9113893345275379499?l=yoshibee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/feeds/9113893345275379499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4069045854153111246&amp;postID=9113893345275379499' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/9113893345275379499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/9113893345275379499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/2008/06/night-museum.html' title='Night Museum'/><author><name>Yoshibee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SC__AvOhvQI/AAAAAAAAF1I/02IzcROjF8k/S220/IMG_0039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SF6-euqSwwI/AAAAAAAAG9M/ZFAAE1jSh5Y/s72-c/IMG_0010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069045854153111246.post-1435578134383299106</id><published>2008-06-21T13:05:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T16:34:17.908+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Small Things in Budapest'/><title type='text'>secondhand bookstore</title><content type='html'>Finally I got a Japanese book on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the day, I hanged around the city as usual. I had no idea where I headed for. I just walked down to South since I like Budapest turns light orange color at the time of Sunset. When I crossed Elisabeth Bridge, a tiny unclean bookstore stopped me. It smelled nothing. I sneaked inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SFzuF8WmF3I/AAAAAAAAG8c/rlPIQ3XXrB4/s1600-h/IMG_0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SFzuF8WmF3I/AAAAAAAAG8c/rlPIQ3XXrB4/s400/IMG_0014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214304254455846770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always try to say Hungarian. I said Jo napot, which means Hello, so that everyone includes two clerks thought of me someone who need no English help or possibly a Hungarian itself. One of them who has excellent mustache talked me with Hungarian. I completely had no idea. I said Jo Jo, which means alright. Unfortunately, I never looked alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just stood at entrance, still trying to speak more Hungarian words. Once I said Japan vagyok, which means I’m Japanese, they quickly brought me some Japanese books. Once I said I’m not interested in novels, they rushed into shelves and passed me something about geography. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SFzuZNfNbFI/AAAAAAAAG8k/s9Xc_a9YioE/s1600-h/IMG_0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SFzuZNfNbFI/AAAAAAAAG8k/s9Xc_a9YioE/s400/IMG_0013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214304585472896082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s very different from Japan. Japanese secondhand booksellers just read books at register. They don’t know if customers come in or not. They don’t even care about their business. Here, I was just standing at entrance. Eventually, I got “Modern history on Hungary and Czechoslovakia”. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SFzurL49bfI/AAAAAAAAG8s/YPu6Ur8fkKc/s1600-h/IMG_007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SFzurL49bfI/AAAAAAAAG8s/YPu6Ur8fkKc/s400/IMG_007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214304894281674226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was published 30 years ago, and re-edited in 1990. I was starving for reading. I cannot live without reading. I know nothing about this city. It really helps me. I really appreciate who left this book here. &lt;br /&gt;Now I’m still waiting for a box which I sent when I was in Japan and contains 40 Japanese books.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4069045854153111246-1435578134383299106?l=yoshibee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/feeds/1435578134383299106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4069045854153111246&amp;postID=1435578134383299106' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/1435578134383299106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/1435578134383299106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/2008/06/finally.html' title='secondhand bookstore'/><author><name>Yoshibee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SC__AvOhvQI/AAAAAAAAF1I/02IzcROjF8k/S220/IMG_0039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SFzuF8WmF3I/AAAAAAAAG8c/rlPIQ3XXrB4/s72-c/IMG_0014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069045854153111246.post-914930167681588109</id><published>2008-06-17T21:42:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T17:02:16.400+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short Notice'/><title type='text'>英語で…</title><content type='html'>さいきんは仕事では…&lt;br /&gt;観光局とのミーティング、プレゼン、ホテルの視察…。さらに今月だけで12日間のツアー同行がはいっており、ハンガリー北西部をさらっと周遊することになる。すでに4日を終了した。はじめて国会議事堂のなかにもはいった。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;市外では…世界遺産の村ホッロックー、芸術家のまちセンテンドレ、中世の要塞とドナウベントがみごとなヴィシェグラード、ハンガリー・カトリックの総本山エステルゴムの大聖堂、エリザベートのかくれ家ゲデレー宮殿などへも行った。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SFgUDdz2IsI/AAAAAAAAG74/anRQ9dU9RUA/s1600-h/IMG_0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SFgUDdz2IsI/AAAAAAAAG74/anRQ9dU9RUA/s400/IMG_0022.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212938618455597762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;本日、センテンドレにて。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;高校生くらいの子に「Hello」と声をかけられた。ガラが悪かったので「あーまたアジア人でバカにされんのかなー」とおもっていたが、なんとなくいっしょに座ってみた。カタコトのハンガリー語と、英単語だけの会話がけっこう盛り上がり、写真をとらせてもらった。たぶん遠足かなんかで、グループからはなれて路地裏でタバコを吸っていた、ヤンキーたち。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;そんななか、タイトルのとおり、しばらくのあいだブログを英語で書こうとおもう。たまには日本語でも書くとおもうけど、英語でも書いてみようとおもう。もちろん英語で書くとなれば、たいていの人は読むのに時間がかかるだろうから、だいぶまよった。けれども、書くほうも下手くそだし、長文も無理だろうから、読めなくはないはずだ。次回から…。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;って言っててすぐ日本語に戻ったらかっこわるいけど。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4069045854153111246-914930167681588109?l=yoshibee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/feeds/914930167681588109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4069045854153111246&amp;postID=914930167681588109' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/914930167681588109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/914930167681588109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post_18.html' title='英語で…'/><author><name>Yoshibee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SC__AvOhvQI/AAAAAAAAF1I/02IzcROjF8k/S220/IMG_0039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SFgUDdz2IsI/AAAAAAAAG74/anRQ9dU9RUA/s72-c/IMG_0022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069045854153111246.post-3825281111197852852</id><published>2008-06-10T23:20:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T17:03:28.514+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Small Things in Budapest'/><title type='text'>リスト像</title><content type='html'>リスト像。このちかくにリスト音楽院があり、日本人もたくさん留学している。そばを通るとバイオリンやビオラの音色が響いてくる。アパートから歩いて5分のところにあるのでよく通る。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SE7emRy42nI/AAAAAAAAG6Y/p46zHfBoqCE/s1600-h/IMG_0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SE7emRy42nI/AAAAAAAAG6Y/p46zHfBoqCE/s400/IMG_0004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210346568107481714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;髪がぼさぼさで、長くて極太の指はこれでもかというくらいに開いている。躍動感がある。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4069045854153111246-3825281111197852852?l=yoshibee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/feeds/3825281111197852852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4069045854153111246&amp;postID=3825281111197852852' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/3825281111197852852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/3825281111197852852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post_8794.html' title='リスト像'/><author><name>Yoshibee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SC__AvOhvQI/AAAAAAAAF1I/02IzcROjF8k/S220/IMG_0039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SE7emRy42nI/AAAAAAAAG6Y/p46zHfBoqCE/s72-c/IMG_0004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069045854153111246.post-4244848942952221207</id><published>2008-06-10T22:01:00.012+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T16:48:01.301+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Small Things in Budapest'/><title type='text'>恐怖の館</title><content type='html'>週末に行った、恐怖の館「House of terror」。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SE7gNblUDpI/AAAAAAAAG6g/zJc0f9TEKCQ/s1600-h/IMG_0032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SE7gNblUDpI/AAAAAAAAG6g/zJc0f9TEKCQ/s400/IMG_0032.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210348340261424786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SE7guTx_9zI/AAAAAAAAG6o/MkMeh-nQfm4/s1600-h/IMG_0035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SE7guTx_9zI/AAAAAAAAG6o/MkMeh-nQfm4/s400/IMG_0035.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210348905102833458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;この建物は、WW2時、じっさいに矢十字党（親ナチス党）の本部として使われていた。WW2後も、ソ連の支部としてつかわれていた。ユダヤ人、政治犯への取調べがおこなわれたり、ときには地下室が収容者の監禁・処刑のための部屋として使われていたりした。壁一面には、1956年のハンガリー動乱（ソ連にたいするクーデター）のさいに、ソ連によって処刑された人びとの慰霊が展示されている。内部は撮影禁止なので、以下ホームページから抜粋。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SE7klYwZDYI/AAAAAAAAG6w/xcQaTI-otuk/s1600-h/20051108233749.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SE7klYwZDYI/AAAAAAAAG6w/xcQaTI-otuk/s400/20051108233749.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210353149865954690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SE7kxM-YLiI/AAAAAAAAG64/uaI1T5uUCco/s1600-h/20051108233800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SE7kxM-YLiI/AAAAAAAAG64/uaI1T5uUCco/s400/20051108233800.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210353352861822498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SE7k6Ctus8I/AAAAAAAAG7A/RtjH7Exn98g/s1600-h/20051108233833.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SE7k6Ctus8I/AAAAAAAAG7A/RtjH7Exn98g/s400/20051108233833.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210353504726463426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;じっさいに地下室を見たが、すげー怖い。牢獄そのままという感じ。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;しかしながら、ちょっと違和感ものこった。どんよりしたベース音がうるさかったり、ロウソクに見立てたランプを地下室に敷き詰めてあったりと、ちょっと演出が過剰じゃないかなあ、とおもったのも事実。ドイツのネオナチよろしく、ハンガリーでも、ネオファシストハンガリー福祉協会という組織が活動しているらしい（&lt;a href="http://ja.wikipedia.org/wiki/%E7%9F%A2%E5%8D%81%E5%AD%97%E5%85%9A"&gt;wiki参照&lt;/a&gt;）。1歩まちがえたらナショナリズム高揚のための施設としてとらえられるんじゃねーのかな、なんておもったりした。だって、ハンガリーだって日本とおなじく、WW2の枢軸国。途中、ナチスからの離脱を図ろうとした歴史はあるけれど、それでもやはり日本とおなじく、加害者でもあったはずだ。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;しかしながらこの恐怖の館には、加害者としての立場はまったく描かれていなかった。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1時間ほどめぐって、終了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ドイツ人のルームメイトといっしょに見にいったので、あとから感想を述べあった。&lt;br /&gt;「被害をうけたってことしだけやなー」「ドイツは加害者の立場からも展示をつくってるわ」「っていうかさ、そもそも英語の説明すくなくね？」&lt;br /&gt;とか、そういう。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;「で、日本の戦争資料館はどんな感じなの？」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ときかれて、そういえばどーだっけなあと考えこんでしまった。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;広島の平和記念資料館（2回）、ピースあいち、靖国神社…&lt;br /&gt;大学生のうちだけでも、いろんなとこにいったはずだが、&lt;br /&gt;そういえばどーだっけ…。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;外国のひとはあれを見てどー思ってんのかな。おれみたいに思ってんのかな。不自由してないのかな。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;そういえばむかし授業でこういう本を読んだ。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=4061495402&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr&amp;npa=1" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;数字に残る記録とちがって、戦争を記憶するやり方には、いろいろあるとおもう。たとえばハンガリー人にとっての戦争の記憶のやり方が、恐怖の館であるならば、それはそれで尊重しなくてはいけないとおもう。なぜならハンガリー人がそのように、戦争の歴史をつたえていきたいというのだから。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;戦争を記憶するやり方は、いろいろあっていいとおもう。ただし、そのやり方がときに誤解を招くこともあれば、行き過ぎる（ナショナリズムの高揚とか）こともあり得るだろう。そういう行き過ぎにたいして、「ちょっと待って」といえるのは、その国にすむ外国人だったりするんじゃないだろうか。そんなことをおもった。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;だとすればたとえば広島の平和記念資料館は、どんな立場の人がどんなふうに議論してつくったんだろうなーと、いまさらながら疑問におもってしまった。たとえば、どれくらい中国人や韓国人の意見が取り入れられたのだろうか。ゼロかな。ゼロだろうなあ。だとしたら、むやみに中国人、韓国人の声を切り捨てるのではなくて、とりあえずきいてみることが（たとえば映画YASUKUNIをすすんで上映するだとか、そういうこと）たいせつなんかなあと、おもったりした。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4069045854153111246-4244848942952221207?l=yoshibee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/feeds/4244848942952221207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4069045854153111246&amp;postID=4244848942952221207' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/4244848942952221207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/4244848942952221207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post_11.html' title='恐怖の館'/><author><name>Yoshibee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SC__AvOhvQI/AAAAAAAAF1I/02IzcROjF8k/S220/IMG_0039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SE7gNblUDpI/AAAAAAAAG6g/zJc0f9TEKCQ/s72-c/IMG_0032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069045854153111246.post-8653825749906637517</id><published>2008-06-09T22:33:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T16:34:17.909+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Small Things in Budapest'/><title type='text'>秋葉原について</title><content type='html'>だけれども、ここハンガリーでも地元の新聞にも掲載されている。ちいさい記事だが、写真入りで、きょうの朝刊に載っていた。というか、同僚がおしえてくれた。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SE2WjmH-phI/AAAAAAAAG6Q/qkApqxw4Z4s/s1600-h/IMG_0037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SE2WjmH-phI/AAAAAAAAG6Q/qkApqxw4Z4s/s400/IMG_0037.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209985882211132946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;彼女は、「Crazy」「this is so sad」とか言っていた。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4069045854153111246-8653825749906637517?l=yoshibee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/feeds/8653825749906637517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4069045854153111246&amp;postID=8653825749906637517' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/8653825749906637517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/8653825749906637517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post_10.html' title='秋葉原について'/><author><name>Yoshibee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SC__AvOhvQI/AAAAAAAAF1I/02IzcROjF8k/S220/IMG_0039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SE2WjmH-phI/AAAAAAAAG6Q/qkApqxw4Z4s/s72-c/IMG_0037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069045854153111246.post-8516461216772840731</id><published>2008-06-08T22:24:00.011+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T16:34:17.909+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Small Things in Budapest'/><title type='text'>ぺターン</title><content type='html'>木曜日のこと。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;同僚が「パーティーあるけど、来る？」というので「いくいく」と言い、ブダペストでも指折りの★★★★★ホテル、ソフィテルブダペストに向かった。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SExB-ZSPZpI/AAAAAAAAG48/XtlMPy9CcdY/s1600-h/IMG_0036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SExB-ZSPZpI/AAAAAAAAG48/XtlMPy9CcdY/s400/IMG_0036.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209611409155909266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SExIpEqyLOI/AAAAAAAAG5s/YUweMyYgIPI/s1600-h/IMG_0040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SExIpEqyLOI/AAAAAAAAG5s/YUweMyYgIPI/s400/IMG_0040.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209618739425848546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ソフィテルは、ブダペストにおいてはフォーシーズンズ、マリオット、インターコンチネンタル、ヒルトンとならぶ名ホテルで、ドナウ川沿いにある。木曜はソフィテル主催のパーティーで、旅行関係の各社がつどっていた。くわしくはよくわからなかったけれど、ふだんメールのやりとりだけをしていて顔をあわすことがないから、親睦をふかめるイベントのようだった（写真ではわからないがアコーディオンの演奏が、優雅な雰囲気を演出してくれていた）。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SExAsKlkrII/AAAAAAAAG40/xAFYl5RObqc/s1600-h/IMG_0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SExAsKlkrII/AAAAAAAAG40/xAFYl5RObqc/s400/IMG_0030.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209609996461190274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ソフィテルはフランス系のホテル。この日の催し物としてフランスのゲーム、ぺターンをみんなでやった。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SExDORdIPhI/AAAAAAAAG5E/n1XN511F4hI/s1600-h/IMG_0032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SExDORdIPhI/AAAAAAAAG5E/n1XN511F4hI/s400/IMG_0032.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209612781443628562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ぺターンのルールは超簡単。さいしょにちいさいボールを投げて、のちにおおきい（砲丸みたいな）ボールを投げる。おおきいボールを、ちいさいボールによりちかづけたほうが勝ちという、シンプルなゲーム。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SExDzqS7PBI/AAAAAAAAG5M/l4blxWcnzsg/s1600-h/IMG_0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SExDzqS7PBI/AAAAAAAAG5M/l4blxWcnzsg/s400/IMG_0034.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209613423766879250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;めっちゃ簡単みえるし、もちろんだれでもできるんだけども、じっさいやってみるとけっこうむずかしい。それにいろいろと戦術があるらしく、プロのぺターン選手が「ここに投げろ」とか、「こうやって相手のボールを動かしたほうがいい」とか、いろいろアドバイスしてくれた。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SExEhS1uwZI/AAAAAAAAG5U/utaxbMhDMkQ/s1600-h/IMG_0050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SExEhS1uwZI/AAAAAAAAG5U/utaxbMhDMkQ/s400/IMG_0050.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209614207744393618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;なかなか、奥がふかい。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ひとりの（すげーイケメンの）プロ選手に「日本は強いの？」と、聞いたところ、「いやー日本はね、もちろんフランスほどじゃないけど、かなり強いチームだよ」とのこと。&lt;br /&gt;ペターンを日本語でどう言うのかわからんが、しらなかったことが、ちょっとくやしい。ググってもでてこない。うーむ…。だれかしってるひといたら、おしえてください。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SExGYnatkAI/AAAAAAAAG5c/UIOTufYzW2c/s1600-h/IMG_0054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SExGYnatkAI/AAAAAAAAG5c/UIOTufYzW2c/s400/IMG_0054.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209616257672646658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;時間のゆるすかぎり、ひたすらあるく。&lt;br /&gt;定期いらねーんじゃないかというくらい、まいにちドナウ川の右岸と左岸をいったりきたり。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;あるいてると、知り合いに会ったり、ハンガリーダンスのレッスンを受けないかとさそわれたりする。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;あすは丘から朝日を拝むために、早起きする予定…。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SExHFOySztI/AAAAAAAAG5k/NoXraVFvu60/s1600-h/IMG_0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SExHFOySztI/AAAAAAAAG5k/NoXraVFvu60/s400/IMG_0007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209617024154783442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4069045854153111246-8516461216772840731?l=yoshibee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/feeds/8516461216772840731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4069045854153111246&amp;postID=8516461216772840731' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/8516461216772840731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/8516461216772840731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post_09.html' title='ぺターン'/><author><name>Yoshibee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SC__AvOhvQI/AAAAAAAAF1I/02IzcROjF8k/S220/IMG_0039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SExB-ZSPZpI/AAAAAAAAG48/XtlMPy9CcdY/s72-c/IMG_0036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069045854153111246.post-8374713800574757593</id><published>2008-06-06T00:24:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T16:34:17.909+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Small Things in Budapest'/><title type='text'>ライアン</title><content type='html'>来ブふつかめのことだった。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;知り合いに会った。彼の名はライアン。&lt;br /&gt;アイセック本部（オランダ）のスタッフとして、有給でアジア太平洋局長を務めていたひとだ。&lt;br /&gt;じつは名市大にも来たことがあるから、おぼえているひともいるとおもう。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ルームメイトが「いまからBossとゴハンやけど、くる？」&lt;br /&gt;というのでついていった。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;そこにライアンはいた。&lt;br /&gt;はじめ気づかなかった。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;しかし会話がすすんでくると、&lt;br /&gt;「きみ、日本から来たん？おれ行ったことあるで。日本。東京、大阪、京都、名古屋…。名古屋は体育館で、なんかイベントやってたなあ」&lt;br /&gt;と、つぶやく。これでピンときた。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;「あっ、おれそのとき体育館にいました！」&lt;br /&gt;と、さけんで、写真を撮った。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SEhomgVrSeI/AAAAAAAAGrI/yb-_PK4Ac_I/s1600-h/IMG_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SEhomgVrSeI/AAAAAAAAGrI/yb-_PK4Ac_I/s400/IMG_0001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208527979779148258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;かれはアジア太平洋局長をつとめたあと、ハンガリーに４ヶ月のインターンに来た。&lt;br /&gt;そのときいまの奥さん（ハンガリー人）と出会い、大学を卒業後、ハンガリーに移住してきた。&lt;br /&gt;現在、ブダペストで英会話スクールを起業し、生活している。&lt;br /&gt;こんどはアイセックを使う側として、げんざい3名、インターン生をやとっている。&lt;br /&gt;ルームメイトはライアンに雇われているひとりだった。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;いっしょに飲みにいったり、クラブにいったり…。&lt;br /&gt;超若い。学生みたい。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人口180万のちいさな都市で、めずらしいこともあるもんだ。&lt;br /&gt;人の縁はどこでいきるかわからない。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4069045854153111246-8374713800574757593?l=yoshibee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/feeds/8374713800574757593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4069045854153111246&amp;postID=8374713800574757593' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/8374713800574757593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/8374713800574757593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post_06.html' title='ライアン'/><author><name>Yoshibee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SC__AvOhvQI/AAAAAAAAF1I/02IzcROjF8k/S220/IMG_0039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SEhomgVrSeI/AAAAAAAAGrI/yb-_PK4Ac_I/s72-c/IMG_0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069045854153111246.post-7394242088769898016</id><published>2008-06-05T23:45:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T16:34:17.909+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Small Things in Budapest'/><title type='text'>雑感</title><content type='html'>ブダペストにはたくさん学生が働きにきている。&lt;br /&gt;いろんなバックグラウンドを持っている人とはなすのはたのしい。たとえば…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;「いやおれゲイやねんけどな、ハンガリーはいまいちやなぁ～。がっかりやわ。いやそらな、女の子はかわいいで。女の子はええんやけどなー、男がそうでもないねん。イマイチ。ん？いや、いやそんなんべつに、誘ってるわけちゃうで。おれはただ感想を述べてるだけさ、そんなんちゃうわ。で、どうなん？そっち系は？」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;と、一方的に話しかけられたりとか。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;日本で生活してたときには、あまりなかったことだ。&lt;br /&gt;かれは堂々としていて、いいとおもう。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SEhgUwVrSbI/AAAAAAAAGqs/k3UHPBAmtZs/s1600-h/IMG_0027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SEhgUwVrSbI/AAAAAAAAGqs/k3UHPBAmtZs/s400/IMG_0027.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208518878743447986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;部屋は4LDKで、バスルームふたつ。めちゃひろい。&lt;br /&gt;リビングと言うか話部屋的なところがあって、よくみんなで話す。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;あらたにルームメイトがひとり加わり、&lt;br /&gt;さらに別のルームメイトが友達を呼び、&lt;br /&gt;おんな5人におとこおれ1人という状況になった。&lt;br /&gt;中国人または中国系が4人と、ドイツ人とおれ。&lt;br /&gt;英語、中国語、たまにハンガリー語が飛び交う。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;さてパリにいたときからアルコールを摂取しない日がないのだが、いつもビールなのでこれではいけないとおもい、きょうはワインを買って家にかえった。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;買ったのは、かつて中世の時代、「ハンガリー人は牛の血を飲んでいる」といってオスマン帝国がおそれた、Bull's Bloodとよばれるワイン、「エゲル」。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ルームメイトのひとり（北京出身）はワインの卸売業者でインターンしているので、本格派のワイン通。ワインの作法をいろいろと教えてもらったが、むずかしい。とくにグラス回し。いつまでたってもできない。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SEhiAAVrScI/AAAAAAAAGq0/P2A6roWylaQ/s1600-h/IMG_0026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SEhiAAVrScI/AAAAAAAAGq0/P2A6roWylaQ/s400/IMG_0026.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208520721284417986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;話すことはお互い身の上話。&lt;br /&gt;国ではなにしてたのとか、なんでハンガリー来たのとか。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;同じ会話を何十人としてるけど、みんな答えがちがっておもしろい。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SEhmHgVrSdI/AAAAAAAAGrA/ubeOaJeMQjE/s1600-h/IMG_0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SEhmHgVrSdI/AAAAAAAAGrA/ubeOaJeMQjE/s400/IMG_0021.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208525248179947986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;「ドナウの真珠」、「Little Paris」。&lt;br /&gt;ほかにもいろんなキャッチフレーズがあるブダペストだけども、&lt;br /&gt;じぶんだったらどんなふうにたとえるだろう。&lt;br /&gt;そんなことを考えながら、きょうも2時間くらいあるく。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;けっきょくいつも、いい表現がみつからない。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4069045854153111246-7394242088769898016?l=yoshibee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/feeds/7394242088769898016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4069045854153111246&amp;postID=7394242088769898016' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/7394242088769898016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/7394242088769898016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/2008/06/4ldk-2-51-2-bulls-blood-little-paris-2.html' title='雑感'/><author><name>Yoshibee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SC__AvOhvQI/AAAAAAAAF1I/02IzcROjF8k/S220/IMG_0039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SEhgUwVrSbI/AAAAAAAAGqs/k3UHPBAmtZs/s72-c/IMG_0027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069045854153111246.post-6228913201288278246</id><published>2008-06-01T03:27:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T21:51:04.012+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel Sketch'/><title type='text'>A Paris Photo</title><content type='html'>パリには24時間しか滞在できなかった。&lt;br /&gt;いろんなところへ行った。ルーブル美術館、オルセー美術館、エッフェル塔、凱旋門、シャンゼリゼ通り、セーヌ川…。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ヨーロッパ発上陸の僕にとって、パリは恐ろしくなるくらい美しい街だった。いたるところに彫刻や絵画があって、美術館にいかなくてもいいくらい。コンクリートや鉄でつくられているところもあるけれど、基本的に建物の作りは「石」。道路もきれいな石畳。あまり電車とかは使わず歩きまくったけど、ぜんぜん飽きなかった。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;もちろんきれいなものばかりではなくて、人目につかないところにはキタナイものある。&lt;br /&gt;地下鉄の駅なんか、いたるところにスプレーで落書きしてある。なかには「これほんまにスプレーかな」とおもうくらいアーティスティックな作品もあるけれど、たいていはしょーもないこと書いてる。「Yeah」とか「Sex」とか…。中学生やんとおもうくらい超キタナイ。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SEIABgVrQoI/AAAAAAAAGbo/ejpG3luroVY/s1600-h/IMG_0248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SEIABgVrQoI/AAAAAAAAGbo/ejpG3luroVY/s400/IMG_0248.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206724145054433922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;パリの地下鉄の駅には、それぞれの駅にちなんだポスターなんかが張ってあったり、壁画がかかっていたりする（日本にもよくあるけど）。これは「オルセー美術館前駅」に描かれた特大のモダンな絵画に、だれかがスプレーで落書きをしたところを写真に撮ったもの。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;やはりパリは、「芸術の都」と呼ばれるだけあって、どこにいっても感動する。超キレイ。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;でも、キタナイところももちろんある。その両方があらわれているだけに、この写真は「パリっぽい」とおもった。町全体が芸術に飢えており、既存のものに満足することをよしとしない、と言えばおおげさなのだろうけど…。モダンな絵画をキャンパスと見立て、容赦なくスプレーをふきかける心意気は、パリの持っているもっともおもしろい一面だとおもった。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;パリ。もうちょっといたかったな。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4069045854153111246-6228913201288278246?l=yoshibee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/feeds/6228913201288278246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4069045854153111246&amp;postID=6228913201288278246' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/6228913201288278246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/6228913201288278246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/2008/06/photo-feels-paris.html' title='A Paris Photo'/><author><name>Yoshibee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SC__AvOhvQI/AAAAAAAAF1I/02IzcROjF8k/S220/IMG_0039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SEIABgVrQoI/AAAAAAAAGbo/ejpG3luroVY/s72-c/IMG_0248.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069045854153111246.post-8100332344706683884</id><published>2008-05-30T10:18:00.020+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T16:31:05.987+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel Sketch'/><title type='text'>出国、Paris、Budapest</title><content type='html'>出国や～。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SD-48QVrOeI/AAAAAAAAGKQ/yiX6k6rLKAo/s1600-h/IMG_0120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SD-48QVrOeI/AAAAAAAAGKQ/yiX6k6rLKAo/s200/IMG_0120.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206083039581125090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SD-5MgVrOfI/AAAAAAAAGKY/YbCIeTzxi5A/s1600-h/IMG_0121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SD-5MgVrOfI/AAAAAAAAGKY/YbCIeTzxi5A/s200/IMG_0121.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206083318753999346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SD-5oAVrOgI/AAAAAAAAGKg/wMOb12hIhE8/s1600-h/IMG_0127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SD-5oAVrOgI/AAAAAAAAGKg/wMOb12hIhE8/s200/IMG_0127.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206083791200401922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SD-5yAVrOhI/AAAAAAAAGKo/4IfIUXbgx14/s1600-h/IMG_0128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SD-5yAVrOhI/AAAAAAAAGKo/4IfIUXbgx14/s200/IMG_0128.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206083962999093778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;パリや～。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SD-6AgVrOiI/AAAAAAAAGKw/tztXJrQMjRU/s1600-h/IMG_0144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SD-6AgVrOiI/AAAAAAAAGKw/tztXJrQMjRU/s200/IMG_0144.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206084212107196962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SD-6NQVrOjI/AAAAAAAAGK4/IMsoRBN3HV0/s1600-h/IMG_0137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SD-6NQVrOjI/AAAAAAAAGK4/IMsoRBN3HV0/s200/IMG_0137.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206084431150529074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SD-6ZwVrOkI/AAAAAAAAGLA/wI00OjkVc7E/s1600-h/IMG_0150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SD-6ZwVrOkI/AAAAAAAAGLA/wI00OjkVc7E/s200/IMG_0150.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206084645898893890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SD-8CQVrOsI/AAAAAAAAGMA/fGNgssdadPA/s200/IMG_0238.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206086441195223746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SD-8NAVrOtI/AAAAAAAAGMI/lECRd-g-bwM/s1600-h/IMG_0241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SD-8NAVrOtI/AAAAAAAAGMI/lECRd-g-bwM/s200/IMG_0241.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206086625878817490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ブダペシュトや～。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SD-8wAVrOvI/AAAAAAAAGMY/sO7-NQQlQnE/s1600-h/IMG_0251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SD-8wAVrOvI/AAAAAAAAGMY/sO7-NQQlQnE/s200/IMG_0251.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206087227174238962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SD-8cwVrOuI/AAAAAAAAGMQ/qSq3CxPwL9o/s1600-h/IMG_0252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SD-8cwVrOuI/AAAAAAAAGMQ/qSq3CxPwL9o/s200/IMG_0252.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206086896461757154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SD-9AwVrOwI/AAAAAAAAGMg/C7DzXGfJcxA/s1600-h/IMG_0253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SD-9AwVrOwI/AAAAAAAAGMg/C7DzXGfJcxA/s200/IMG_0253.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206087514937047810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;がんばるぞ～。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4069045854153111246-8100332344706683884?l=yoshibee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/feeds/8100332344706683884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4069045854153111246&amp;postID=8100332344706683884' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/8100332344706683884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069045854153111246/posts/default/8100332344706683884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoshibee.blogspot.com/2008/05/parisbudapest.html' title='出国、Paris、Budapest'/><author><name>Yoshibee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SC__AvOhvQI/AAAAAAAAF1I/02IzcROjF8k/S220/IMG_0039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jIyNOcTPZAU/SD-48QVrOeI/AAAAAAAAGKQ/yiX6k6rLKAo/s72-c/IMG_0120.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069045854153111246.post-1633673249554986081</id><published>2008-05-27T15:13:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T10:34:08.740+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><title type='text'>さいきん読んだ本⑨</title><content type='html'>森村 泰昌　『「美しい」ってなんだろう?―美術のすすめ 』&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=4652078269&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr&amp;npa=1" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;芸術のよさなんてこれっぽっちもわからない人むけにかかれた、芸術学の超入門書（中高生向け）。&lt;br /&gt;おれも、美術センスゼロ。&lt;br /&gt;きょねん、名古屋市美術館のダリ展にいったときも、&lt;br /&gt;「きれいやなあ」「すごいなあ」「おおきいなあ」なんていう、&lt;br /&gt;小学生みたいな感想しか言えなんだ。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;この本の気に入ったところは、&lt;br /&gt;「わかんなくてもいいからとにかく芸術に触れろ」って言ってくれてるところかな。&lt;br /&gt;そして、&lt;br /&gt;「きれい」でも「かっこいい」でも「すごい」でもなく、&lt;br /&gt;「美しい」とはどういうときに使うことばなのか、かんがえつづけろって言ってくれたところ。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;これからいろいろ「美しいとされているもの」に触れることになるけど、&lt;br /&gt;なんとか、かんがえつづけていきたいものです。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;倉本 智明　『だれか、ふつうを教えてくれ! 』&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=465207817X&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr&amp;npa=1" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;著者は弱視の方。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;弱視の方からみた世間の「ふつう」を、疑似体験できる一冊。&lt;br /&gt;ウチの大学も、さいきんバリアフリーになってきたんだけど、&lt;br /&gt;車椅子のひととかいないんだよね。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;その点、日本福祉大学のキャンパスはすごかったなあ。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;地球の歩き方編集室　『地球の歩き方 フランス 2008~2009 』&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=4478054851&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr&amp;npa=1" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;明日1日だけ滞在するから時間はないけど、&lt;br /&gt;せめて凱旋門とシャンゼリゼ通りくらいは見てきたいな。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;大前研一　『東欧チャンス』&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm-jp.amazon.co.jp/e/cm?t=toshiakiseko-22&amp;o=9&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=4093875855&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&
