I got a job in a Japanese company workng with Japanese people in Japan. This was in 1990, I was young, I didn’t know it was supposed to be difficult. When I started I didn’t know a word of Japanese. I learned, I had to. After 5 years I left. So far, I haven’t has a conversation in Japanese this century. Sometimes I choose to think in Japanese and once I yelled at the kids, “nani yatte iru no!” “baka yaro!” Yet I know fine rightly I could never speak it better than a six or seven year old, I should have been drunk less and studied more. What an ass I am, I’ve wasted my life and now I will never properly understand the TV news in Japanese.
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There were a lot of them. I fed them deer biscuits. I petted them. They didn’t like being teased with the biscuits. A novelty but not a big thing by any means.
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I lived there from 1990 to 1995. I was that gaijin sarariman. Worked in computer programming and learned Japanese at Fujitsu then became a bilingual Unix administrator at Goldman Sachs Japan.
Very expensive place to live. I left because my unhealthly life style finally caught up with me and made me feel very ill.
The Japanese country side is breathtaking. The japanese people are decent (society can be a bit funky though but hey I’m a gaijin).
The resturants, shopping and bars are great.
I miss the food the most (it took a while to find all the dishes I really liked), the friends I made too, and maybe even the drinking a little.
Going back for a visit would be nice.
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