to Fettsein Dear reader community. With allerschlechtestem conscience I am back. Back from Germany. The Japanese seem to have interest because we are writing this blog, because they almost voluntarily give me lots of stories that are worth to be carried out into the world. So today:
I have not started the new year with good intentions, but also my 2nd Year in Japan. The objectives were quickly defined: 1 Motorradfuehrerschein do (I write about it in a separate blog) 2 Golf learning 3 Get fit and remove in the gym. The Japan
inexperienced among us will think now that gave me the application for drivers license problems - far from it. It is not the golf course that prepares with a headache. No, it's the gym (oh, the Japanese love to give to Yes so hard to make me smile never goes ...):
Today I was really with my esteemed neighbor (who brought me a birthday cake: -)) in which we selected the gym. A great system - brand new, with indoor pool and spa! We had already decided. We wanted to sign us right there and then work out regularly, 3 times a week. Naive as I am, I thought it would be no problem, after all I was armed with Hanko, passport and interpreters well prepared. I live well but not long enough in Japan than I would be prepared for all eventualities.
I had not thought namely, that I do present a danger to the public - that gemeingefaehrlich am. I did not know that the entire Japanese nation from guys like me afraid. I was unaware that I am not portable, so yes I so frightening look out - yes even disfigured am. I did not know that children can see through my vision of trauma. I was also unaware that I had changed my job and now with the local Yakuza my living deserve. I had simply forgotten that I'm tattooed. Well, my tattoo is not very strong - so 4x6 cm. It is a salamander that I wear on the shoulder blade. A tattoo, for which I would belong in every amateur rockers club in the world at the weekend with a thrashing of the application form I was to the Hells Angels would probably introduce orally. A tattoo on the kids to smile come because she is so cute. But I live in Japan and in Japan such a tattoo is dangerous:
Hiromi (that's the nice woman of my neighbors): "Are you tattooed"
"Yes, at the shoulder," I reply. "There is that one may have no tattoos," gives me Hiromi to consider and supplements "are we to say that?". "Yes" I reply "not that which fall out then the eyes when I pull in the pool my-cars -. Is also the account of the Yakuza, and I have only a small tattoo That's determined from nothing, I am a foreigner." .
I'll remember for the future: first
Rendezvous stupid, because only stupid foreigners have free rein
second Do not say necessarily the truth (see also my later Fuehrerscheinblog)
third If you read what can not, then looking forward about it and you never get anyone to which the language is perfect!
Hiromi takes on the case and asked the lady who is responsible for the registration if it is a problem , Except when I have as a foreigner, a small tattoo. "Yes," replied the lady "tattoo is not." Hiromi now appeals to reason and to the possibility between gangster identification mark and German Jugendsuende distinguished. The young receptionist can not take such a serious decision in principle of course, bringing your manager for help. The subsequent Disskussion - we know what it brings to the Japanese to discuss the follow just one rule strictly (I recall the July 2006 and our pot plant) - was not particularly crowned with success. Even the mention of Hiromi that is discriminatory, if we foreigners would not have taken the lady is not impressed, because ultimately, the facts yes like this:.
"In Europe, Tattoos Fashion In Japan, however, makes use of tattoos to a specific group to join people (I notice just how many 18 year old put it in the Yakuza must, because in the S-Bahn I constantly see tattooed Japanese. Or is it in the gym has not arrived yet, now that in Japan the tattoo on Fashion counts). It is ultimately indistinguishable from the size of the tattoo, which mind you this and you would not wish such twilight in the studio. "
We have refrained to get the boss. We have also decided not to declare that it might not be distinguished from the size of the tattoo, but the motif (or saw one of you ever an evil mob boss with a salamander tattoo on shoulder blade?). We might also have said that you can see it maybe on my face, because I do not look Asian, and yet I would be known in the history of the Mafia in Japan, no European leader. But we did not want more. We also did not explain that I do not speak Japanese (otherwise would have not have to try Hiromi) and has therefore eliminated as Yakuza boss. Would be quite ineffective, just before I my worst enemies Matsumoto-san shoot first time at Nippon Eigo interpreter service call!
It did not help - we have left frustrated and my neighbor and I now have the best excuse to stay fat. I know again why I would never live permanently in Japan and why Germany is so beautiful. Thank you dear gym for this insight! falls
MR
Hier bin ich also und kann endlich wieder arbeiten. Falls sich das for one or the other should listen to pervert, I can understand that ... But it feels good after months of being a housewife, for which I am not made quite clear to finally be active again. 
