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Nana`s Footsteps...

Tuesday, October 11, 2005

First Farewell


Been saturated with research and vocabulary drill over days and weeks (the reason for my weird messenger status these days, which is continuously protested by her), kept me from thinking of my decreasing period of stay here. My first sayonara with Shimozawa sensei brought me back to reality *tsaaaah bahasaku*

He is the most important person for me in Japan instead of Fujie Sensei, for his guidance and 'protection' during my study. Once and a while I met him in Tokyo and he always posed series of questions regarding my personal and academic life. He always makes sure that everything goes well for me, and that I dont do anything stupid here like being in love with Japanese guy :P. When I told him about my departure date and that I really want to see him once before leaving, he suddenly voluntarily offered to visit me in Toyohashi.

I came to Toyohashi station to meet him, and I was so surprised that I think he looked much younger than the last time we met (He already 75). He bought me Tempura set lunch (cost almost 3500) and he, as usual, posed questions about my research, what I am going to do in Indonesia, and my plan for continuing PhD abroad.

I just dont know how to gratify him for his interminable care and help. When he left, I feel like I am separated with my own grandpa.

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