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| You’ve probably noticed that Japanese don’t take good care of their shoes. They take their shoes off when they enter a home, so taking them off and putting them on can occur many times a day. It’s a bother to lace and unlace shoes, isn’t it? Squeezing your feet into the shoes is the usual way. In Hawaii, they wear sandals since they take them off when they enter a home. The homes don’t have a genkan, so you can tell if there’s a party going on by the large number of sandals outside the door. In 1964, my father died and we returned to Japan. I was eleven. Everything was different and interesting. There is a shopping street in Yokohama called Isezakicho near Kannai station. Before crossing a canal there was a short block. On the sidewalk were shoeshiners. Most of them were women. They sat on their knees waiting for customers. Crossing the canal, which had such an evil odor that my sister and I would run across the bridge holding our breath, we would enter the shopping street. There were two department stores. On the sidewalk, sitting on thin rice mats with their faces nearly touching the ground, were beggars on the stumps of their legs wearing old army uniforms. Beside them were chipped rice bowls with a few coins. My mother always gave us one coin each to drop into the bowls. Life couldn’t be much tougher. |
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| I read that one possible reason our prehistoric ancestors survived before our ability to use fire and weapons was our evolution of extreme body odor which was repugnant to predators. Imagine covered in fur and sweating to produce body odor and not practicing hygiene. They were the skunks of that age. |
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