Twenty and don’t-know-how-much-more hours… arrived! Japan. Misson one: where is that “Limousine Bus” I’ve heard about? Yes, I have the money in my pocket. Japanese money. I have the instructions in my notebook: “at the Narita Airport, take the Limousine Bus to the Yokohama City Air Terminal, YCAT”.
It seems nobody speaks English. At least, please, somebody tell me where is the book… Is it still on the table? No, nobody speaks English. Not in a way I can understand.
Finally I find the place. Buy my ticket to the bus. I have five minutes to get the bus. I use pretty much all of the seconds available before finding the RIGHT one…
There’s this guy on the seat beside me… Let’s practice my japanese sentences, I think. I open my notebook and start to read, slowly and clearly, always smiling:
Watashi wa nihongo o hanasu koto ga dekinai.
Wa… ta… shi… wa … ni… hongo… oooo … ha… nasu…. koto…. ga…. deki…. nai!!!
He stares at me. But, besides that, absolutely no reaction. Not one single muscle moves into some kind of expression. I repeat. Then I add… Bu.. ra…. dji…. ro…. din…. des! I’m Brazilian.
I repeat these two marterpieces of japanese language two times more.
Then the man, looking at me, points to himself and speaks, in English, very slowky:
– Me… Vi.. e … t.. nam! No japanese! Sory!
Thanks god, and my friend Luis Quadrante, I got to my new apartment hours later… Enough for a first day!