For five days (3rd-7th), I worked in a place which I would
call the end of Singapore (Tuas South). Tough commuting.
Back to this place after five years. Happy to see the
machine again. Things went okay for the job.
I took the SQ638 midnight flight and arrived at Narita at
around 8AM on Monday for a 3-day interpretation job in
Tokyo.
I had decided to go to Musashi-Kokubunji on the first day
as I knew I would have plenty of free time.
I checked in the Sengakuji hotel first and started my trip
to Nishi-Kokubunji.
Quite easy to go to Nishi-Kokubunji, but it was really
tough to find the temple where Tatsumi-sensei is.
I began walking from the station, not very sure which way
to go to the temple. I dropped by a small bank branch to
ask the way. They misheard me. They needed some time to
find the way, looking at many pages of the large area map,
and gave me the way to the Kokubunji Hospital (!).
They spent some more time to find the Musashi-Kokubunji
park, where the temple should reside.
Having Reached at the park (two parks, really), I found
that it was vast and I would have to walk quite a distance
to the temple. But I had only a rough idea about which way
to go. After walking through the first park, I found the
management office of the whole park, by this time drenched
with sweat, and asked about the temple. They only showed me
the map and didn’t know which way I should take. I
continued to walk, trying to find the temple. Out of the
second park (it was a small hill), I finally came to the
Kokubunji Temple. Still not sure about the way to the grave
of Tatsumi-sensei, I rang the bell of the temple. I was
ushered to his grave.
Then, work. There were tough moments as I’d expected. But,
I received commendation of “awesome,” “you are fantastic,”
and “you did a wonderful job.” I appreciate every support
I got for this job in Tokyo.
Shame
on you, Maria Lessie Flores.
