I carried a child and walked down a hilly road in the countryside. I turned back and saw a tall big man in his 30s wearing a black suit walking behind. He walked faster and passed us, and I noticed then the color of his suit from behind was different. I speeded up going down the hill and passed him. He again walked faster. Every time I saw him his suit changed into a different color. I felt afraid and thought he was not a human but a ghost. I decided to get away from him as far as I could by crossing the road and walking on the other side.
The child, whom I carried, was the son of a friend of mine. He was around 4 or 5 years old. I thought of how appreciative his family must be for the effort I exerted for their son.
I reached a no-car area in the town where barriers were held. I asked a guard about the location of the school. I entered the building and explained that I came to make sure that the child was registered although he would not be able to attend the classes at that day. Nobody seemed interested in what I was saying. The female staff said she was busy and asked me to wait. At last they gave me a number of name cards and asked if the name of the child was included. It was not. They asked me again to wait. I started to shout saying that I must meet the director to complain about their lack of interest and help. The employees were taken by surprise when I shouted but did not react enthusiastically enough to help.
27 June 2011
12 June 2011
Dream (June, 2 2011)
I was in Japan and it was flooding everywhere. I tried to go somewhere, maybe home, but all the roads were filled with high water. I found a side road where the water only reached my knees, but then it rose again. I got almost drowned and could not breathe. I moved to another direction and there were scattered persons here and there trying to find a safe spot.
I saw a colleague who was also trying to find a dry area. We walked together and everything around us turned into water. Water, water, water. Immense blue water was everywhere. I said to myself what a miserable life those people were leading.
Tide or tsunami withdrew back in some areas and a dry highway appeared with cars moving fast on it. I felt a bit optimistic about going back to my desired destination, but floods came over again. I started to run on a road where, on one side, a cement wall was erected. I saw my colleague again and she, in black and long wet hair, was struggling not to get drowned. Then I saw her talking with someone and it looked as if they found a hole in the wall and tried to go through to reach a dry place. They disappeared and I assumed they went through that hole.
I ran close to the wall searching for the hole, but could not find it because wild grass and plants covered many parts of the wall. I found myself getting into a tunnel-like road and the ceiling was got lower and lower. I felt trapped with no place to go.
I saw a colleague who was also trying to find a dry area. We walked together and everything around us turned into water. Water, water, water. Immense blue water was everywhere. I said to myself what a miserable life those people were leading.
Tide or tsunami withdrew back in some areas and a dry highway appeared with cars moving fast on it. I felt a bit optimistic about going back to my desired destination, but floods came over again. I started to run on a road where, on one side, a cement wall was erected. I saw my colleague again and she, in black and long wet hair, was struggling not to get drowned. Then I saw her talking with someone and it looked as if they found a hole in the wall and tried to go through to reach a dry place. They disappeared and I assumed they went through that hole.
I ran close to the wall searching for the hole, but could not find it because wild grass and plants covered many parts of the wall. I found myself getting into a tunnel-like road and the ceiling was got lower and lower. I felt trapped with no place to go.
07 June 2011
House, Door and Window
Three pictures I took in 2010.
My old house, which I really miss, had this big window in the living room. Lush Oleander flowers used to passionately kiss the glass in the season.
A house door in the countryside. I liked the violet hearts which were atypical in the house doors in that area.
Lose something, gain another. But do we make the right choice? The window prevented, to some extent, the cruel heat from getting into the room in the old building, but it also kept rays of light away.
My old house, which I really miss, had this big window in the living room. Lush Oleander flowers used to passionately kiss the glass in the season.
A house door in the countryside. I liked the violet hearts which were atypical in the house doors in that area.
Lose something, gain another. But do we make the right choice? The window prevented, to some extent, the cruel heat from getting into the room in the old building, but it also kept rays of light away.
02 June 2011
NYC, Shoplifting and Sexual Assault
NYC in 1999.
I bought some items from Macy’s on 34th street. Two weeks later while I was preparing my luggage before my departure to where I was living, I found out that the security tag was still attached to one of the items. I was very surprised the detection system did not alert when I passed through the store gate.
I did not know if I paid for the item but the cashier forgot to remove the tag, or by some mistake she did not scan it but put it with the other bought pieces in the bag. I searched for the receipt but could not find it. Actually I was not keen to keep the receipt because I did not expect I would need it.
Until now I panic at the mere idea that I risked being arrested for shoplifting for no apparent fault of mine except for being too lazy to check the items in the receipt before leaving the store.
Eventually I did not go back to the store because I thought going back with a piece of clothe with its security tag and without a receipt would only suggest one scenario, and I did not like that scenario.
……
In a matter of 3 weeks there were two separate incidents in which two prominent banking figures (with different levels of prominence) have been accused of sexually assaulting a chamber maid in hotels in NYC.
I have a story in this regard.
In the early 90s I was in the starting stage of my career and we had a high ranking figure coming on a working visit. As a junior I was not involved in the visit, but I was once assigned to go to the hotel he stayed in and give him some documents he needed. I called him from the lobby and asked what to do with the envelope (It was not recommended to leave it at the front desk). He asked me to go up to his suite. The reputation of this person, whom I have never seen before, was bad and he was known for his arrogant and obnoxious character. He did not seem unpleasant when I met him though. I was standing in the living room and he asked me few questions about the work. Then he went inside the bedroom to change his clothe. While we were talking, he from the bedroom and I in the living room, he came out of the room, wearing only his slip, to clarify some point I mentioned in my talk. He stayed for like few minutes before going inside again to finish dressing. I actually found it a bit inappropriate, but it was a not big deal anyway.
I remember his authoritative tone when we spoke, and given his position that was understood. I also remember that at a certain point in the conversation he said to me something with this meaning “Are you usually that shy and polite or is it just because you are talking to me?”! I just smiled because I thought I had no valid answer.
The visit went well, and few weeks later, we heard about him being accused of sexually assaulting a chamber maid in a hotel in NYC. It was early 90s. The case did not go far although we heard there was strong evidence against him.
I bought some items from Macy’s on 34th street. Two weeks later while I was preparing my luggage before my departure to where I was living, I found out that the security tag was still attached to one of the items. I was very surprised the detection system did not alert when I passed through the store gate.
I did not know if I paid for the item but the cashier forgot to remove the tag, or by some mistake she did not scan it but put it with the other bought pieces in the bag. I searched for the receipt but could not find it. Actually I was not keen to keep the receipt because I did not expect I would need it.
Until now I panic at the mere idea that I risked being arrested for shoplifting for no apparent fault of mine except for being too lazy to check the items in the receipt before leaving the store.
Eventually I did not go back to the store because I thought going back with a piece of clothe with its security tag and without a receipt would only suggest one scenario, and I did not like that scenario.
……
In a matter of 3 weeks there were two separate incidents in which two prominent banking figures (with different levels of prominence) have been accused of sexually assaulting a chamber maid in hotels in NYC.
I have a story in this regard.
In the early 90s I was in the starting stage of my career and we had a high ranking figure coming on a working visit. As a junior I was not involved in the visit, but I was once assigned to go to the hotel he stayed in and give him some documents he needed. I called him from the lobby and asked what to do with the envelope (It was not recommended to leave it at the front desk). He asked me to go up to his suite. The reputation of this person, whom I have never seen before, was bad and he was known for his arrogant and obnoxious character. He did not seem unpleasant when I met him though. I was standing in the living room and he asked me few questions about the work. Then he went inside the bedroom to change his clothe. While we were talking, he from the bedroom and I in the living room, he came out of the room, wearing only his slip, to clarify some point I mentioned in my talk. He stayed for like few minutes before going inside again to finish dressing. I actually found it a bit inappropriate, but it was a not big deal anyway.
I remember his authoritative tone when we spoke, and given his position that was understood. I also remember that at a certain point in the conversation he said to me something with this meaning “Are you usually that shy and polite or is it just because you are talking to me?”! I just smiled because I thought I had no valid answer.
The visit went well, and few weeks later, we heard about him being accused of sexually assaulting a chamber maid in a hotel in NYC. It was early 90s. The case did not go far although we heard there was strong evidence against him.
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