For the past 5,5 years I have lived in a village situated high up in the mountains somewhere in the japanese countryside. I moved there as a 24 year-old girl in the coldest month of the year without knowing neither the language nor the culture of mountain-life. Why did I move there? That is a long story which I might share later.
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The life in the mountains has been my greatest teacher. I have learnt so much that I feel is so valuable but difficult to really explain with words, wherefore I hope it will be understood between the lines one day...
Last winter I went back to Sweden for what I thought would be only for a couple of months but March 11 came in between and there I was, in Sweden, worrying about what was happening in Japan. My village was safe even though it was struck but strong earthquakes many times. It was so heart aching being far away from the place and the people that I love, knowing that they are going through such a hard time. Physically I was blessed and protected for not being there at that moment, but my heart was there the whole time.
The intended 2-3 months turned out to be 7 long months. While finally stepping out of the airplane sensing the humid air, smelling the smell of Japan and listening to the beautiful language my heart began to melt! I almost started to cry at the Konbiniコンビニ as they say, short word for convenience store, when I saw the Onigiri おにぎり (riceball) and green tea bottles ー it all felt so extremely Natsukashikatta なつかしかった。
On the way to Japan the plane stopped over at Beijing airport for 6 hours, leaving me a lot of time to sleep on a bench and also taking various photographs of their super shiny floors and walls! Take a look at the reflections!
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