stan_ph
08-26-2006, 08:04 AM
I'm an alien. In Tokyo, that is. I've been here for almost 3 months and counting about 4 more before i fly back home to the Philippines.
Like everyone else, i suppose, being in a foreign country for the first time, you feel exhilirated and excited about the new places you will see, those that you have, so far, only read about or seen in movies. My first time in America, i was awestruck. So was i, the first time i set foot here in the Land of the Rising Sun. And indeed, my life here has been... what's the word... "peachy." Beautiful places, wonderful experiences, and the Japanese people have bee, so far, very nice and friendly to me. And although i've never felt alienated... i've never felt so alien in my entire life. The main reason, i guess, is the language barrier.
Coming from a country in which English is practically the second language, (and, in some cases, judged by how fluently you speak it. sad, ain't it?) i really thought i can just easily travel across the world with my impeccable English skills in tow. I was proven wrong. Now, i'm beginning to become a master at the art of speaking in "Tarzan" English (you know.. "Me, Tarzan.. You, Jane") while complementing it with hand and facial gestures just to be understood.
But this is not just about English... it's about communication. Why should there be language differences? Why can't everyone just speak the same language? Never mind if it's English, or Japanese, or French, or Swahili... as long as everyone across the globe understand each other. Would it make the world a better place? Would there be more talks and less wars? More agreements than disagreements? Would "World Peace" finally be no longer a myth?
Come to think of it... if that were true... shouldn't there be anymore violence in America. Heck, they all speak the same language, why do they still battle it out on the streets, in government? Why should there be a North and a South in Korea if they understand each other well in their own language? Why are there still rebels and soldiers, fighting on different sides, yet speaking the same tongue?
If you've ever been in a Tokyo train on rush hour, then you've never been in a CROWDED space. Anyway, the other week, on my way to my Japanese language class, i was lucky enough to find a seat near the door. Now in Tokyo, unlike in our country, the men don't give away their seat to ladies. That was a shocker for me at first but it's a habit that i easily got used to (hey, you'd easily get used to something that's convenient for you too, ok?). Anyway, i saw this lady enter the train with two heavy bags. She wasn't that much old but she was struggling with the things she was carrying. I tried my hard not to make eye contact or even glance her way yet somehow, old habits die hard... i motioned to her my seat. And although i never said a word about how i am offering her my seat (that's partly because i didn't know how to say it!) i felt her smile and her gratitude beam to me as she bowed countlessly before taking my seat.
In hindsight, language never really has anything to do with it. It will always be possible not to share the same tongue yet share a same seat together. You may speak different languages yet you will always recognize kindness and a smile without having to utter a single word.
Language is never really a barrier... sadly, it's lack of understanding that usually lack.
Like everyone else, i suppose, being in a foreign country for the first time, you feel exhilirated and excited about the new places you will see, those that you have, so far, only read about or seen in movies. My first time in America, i was awestruck. So was i, the first time i set foot here in the Land of the Rising Sun. And indeed, my life here has been... what's the word... "peachy." Beautiful places, wonderful experiences, and the Japanese people have bee, so far, very nice and friendly to me. And although i've never felt alienated... i've never felt so alien in my entire life. The main reason, i guess, is the language barrier.
Coming from a country in which English is practically the second language, (and, in some cases, judged by how fluently you speak it. sad, ain't it?) i really thought i can just easily travel across the world with my impeccable English skills in tow. I was proven wrong. Now, i'm beginning to become a master at the art of speaking in "Tarzan" English (you know.. "Me, Tarzan.. You, Jane") while complementing it with hand and facial gestures just to be understood.
But this is not just about English... it's about communication. Why should there be language differences? Why can't everyone just speak the same language? Never mind if it's English, or Japanese, or French, or Swahili... as long as everyone across the globe understand each other. Would it make the world a better place? Would there be more talks and less wars? More agreements than disagreements? Would "World Peace" finally be no longer a myth?
Come to think of it... if that were true... shouldn't there be anymore violence in America. Heck, they all speak the same language, why do they still battle it out on the streets, in government? Why should there be a North and a South in Korea if they understand each other well in their own language? Why are there still rebels and soldiers, fighting on different sides, yet speaking the same tongue?
If you've ever been in a Tokyo train on rush hour, then you've never been in a CROWDED space. Anyway, the other week, on my way to my Japanese language class, i was lucky enough to find a seat near the door. Now in Tokyo, unlike in our country, the men don't give away their seat to ladies. That was a shocker for me at first but it's a habit that i easily got used to (hey, you'd easily get used to something that's convenient for you too, ok?). Anyway, i saw this lady enter the train with two heavy bags. She wasn't that much old but she was struggling with the things she was carrying. I tried my hard not to make eye contact or even glance her way yet somehow, old habits die hard... i motioned to her my seat. And although i never said a word about how i am offering her my seat (that's partly because i didn't know how to say it!) i felt her smile and her gratitude beam to me as she bowed countlessly before taking my seat.
In hindsight, language never really has anything to do with it. It will always be possible not to share the same tongue yet share a same seat together. You may speak different languages yet you will always recognize kindness and a smile without having to utter a single word.
Language is never really a barrier... sadly, it's lack of understanding that usually lack.