Last Night in Tokyo [A Harsh Romance--July 1999]

During an interview I was once asked: "If youthrough answering questions."
were to die tomorrow, would you have anyI pardoned myself, and went to the bathroom.
regrets Mr. Siluk?" And I answered, "Only one sir."And that was that. Now we were equally in
And he asked "...yes, and what would that be?"frustration. Kikue didn't say all that much. But
And I answered, "If only the world could have befrom the phone calls I made to her from
bigger." [A remembrance.] D.L. SilukMinnesota to Japan [in the last part of the year],
Advance: Under the best of circumstances, youthe father slamming the phone down, as well as
always think things will turn out right, somewherethe mother, I came back and let them know they
further down the road that is. I suppose it is justwere double rude for the insults over the phone
a natural thing; I mean we can't live onas well. They did apologize for that, and was a bit
negativism, now can we. But change theembarrassed that I brought it up. But it was over
environment a little, especially culturalas far as I figured, over now that is. I had
environments, in my case go to where yourdreaded this moment, knew it was coming, but
mates surroundings are [Japan] and see whatcouldn't avoid it; I'm not sure how Kikue took it,
changes what, things are not always the sameshe was quite passive during the ordeal.
way then; the answer my rest in: can you adjustThat evening she took me to her place of work,
or can she, and there is always a they involvedthe hospital, and I found out the cab was a dollar
someplace. In my case Kikue could adjust in thea block. Tami city was a new looking city to me,
United States, and with my friends and family, butvery clean, too clean, almost as if it was not
I'm getting ahead of myself, let me start fromeven lived in. But we had time that evening to go
the beginning, somewhat.to an art show, where her sister had her art
My lady friend met me in Istanbul, Turkey, andexhibited. It was mostly of flower-patterned
we wrote letters for two years, then we met initems well done but not my cup of tea. She was
person when she visited me in the United Stateskind enough to give me one.
for another two years--off and on (for a weekIn the morning we had things to do, and buses to
first, then two weeks, then three weeks), andtake, and trains to catch, but she wanted me to
then I went to Japan, her turf, and thingsmeet her friends [women] at a small gift shop
changed. Thus, the relationship went on this wayone owned by her friend, and so I did, we all four
for, four years. In-between I learned how tothen sat at a cozy table by a garden and a glass
write Japanese in all its three styles, quite well: anwindow separating the garden from us, and had
achievement in itself.coffee and crackers. Again the Japanese can be
Kikue: she is Japanese, a small woman, with shortgood hosts, just make sure the family is ok with
black hair, fair looking, sincere, and she became amixed blood. I purchased some postcards, and
Christian Buddhist, from a Buddha Buddhist, duringthen we had to get back to our apartment, and
our dating period. So we both achieved somethingon our way to Kyoto.
out of this relationship, if not wisdom and someChapter Two: Day Three and Four
good times, along with a wobbly friendship.[Kyoto: Nanzen-ji; Ginkaku-ji; Gion]
I suppose if we all could see down the road ofOf all the cities I was in while in Japan, which were
life, we'd not venture down it perhaps: maybe it isperhaps several, Kyoto was my favorite. Before
a bigger gift from God than we give Him creditwe left Tokyo, we stopped in at Chofu, at the
for. This story I'm about to tell you has a few lifeJindaiji Temple-- actually we visited several
lessons in it for me. On one hand, it was nicetemples, and a Japanese castle Japanese Castle in
relationship between us, on the other, thank God INogoya, where we went to the international
had enough insight to step away from it when Isumo tournament; but here at this temple the
saw, felt instinctively I had to; consequently, Ipigeons seem to like me, and flew around me like
acted on my instincts; a harsh decision but it wasmosquitoes. From here we went on to Nogoya.
turning into a harsh relationship. I firmly believe weSumo wresting, or this international tournament
are given certain natural traits, mental,we attended cost $500 a seat, and we sat in the
neurological, and instinctive, whatever they are,third tier, 9th row. Nothing is cheap in Japan, and
they tell you which way to move; I also believeeverything is different; perhaps that is what you
you should trust them.are paying for. Sumo wrestling is like soccer is in
In this story you are about to read, you are goingPeru, or baseball in America, number one sport.
to get the end in the beginning because to me, itI really enjoyed it, and we stayed to the very
is only the six days in Japan that count in thisend, and I got to meet a few of the wrestlers.
ongoing, four year relationship, and the last day inFrom there we went to the Castle, got a little
Tokyo, that made the difference; I mean thatlost, and found our way to the bus, no trains
really matters in the long run. Had I not made thefrom here on in, to Kyoto.
decision I did make, I did on the last day, I'd notKyoto: Nanzen-ji; Ginkaku-ji; Gion
be writing this story, as it is here; it might haveOf all the temples in Japan, this one was the most
had to be named different, and I'd have had toimpressive by far, Sanmon (Mountain Gate) of
add a lot more adjectives to the story. Nobody isNanzen-ji. Here, on the site where the temple was
to blame for this, not me, not the other personrebuilt, taken from an old site was an ancient
involved. I'm sure she's better off, for the endingNanzen-ji Viaduct, again most impressive, with its
that occurred.many arches underneath it.
The story starts off in July 1999, I'm about toIn Gion, there is a red temple known as
leave Minnesota, flying into San Francisco, andYasaka-jinja (Gion):not as impressive as Nanzen-ji,
over to Japan. This is really a story that isbut inspiring nonetheless. And once walking down
extended beyond Japan, for after I leave Japan, IGion, you see its many Yasaka-jinja Lanterns,
will go to Guam, Bali, and Java, then back againagain extraordinary; this whole area, city and all
through Japan to go home to St. Paul, Minnesotawas unusual, as was the Yasakano Pagoda, I saw
(halfway around the world). But again I say it isfrom a distance. I wanted to see it closer and so
Japan I am speaking of for the most part.the taxi drove by it, but we didn't have time to
Chapter one: Tokyo, Day One and Twoget out and explore the Japanese Tower.
Tokyo: home to eight million people, of itsIt was late afternoon when we arrived in Kyoto,
130-million residents [1999]; there is a lot ofand we went right to a temple, and on to our
energy in Tokyo, and the very young seem tosleeping arrangements, a Ryokan Inn. I wanted to
have control of it. I wanted to get a massage thesee the Geon district and a Geisha badly, but I'd
first day I walked about the city's sidewalk,have to wait until tomorrow.
ten-minutes for ten dollars, but I couldn't, it wasThe Ryokan; a cobblestone alleyway led to this
so busy, with people jumping off the trains, eatingsmall [guesthouse, house, or inn of sorts], in
lunch, standing in lines to get a massage, and backJapan, it is called a Ryokan, with sliding doors; the
to work, just watching the activity tired me out.room is clean, uncomplicated, a table with
Matter-of-fact, they even have punching bags incushions; a hanging scroll as a centerpiece. No
the gyms, usually in the lower levels of theswimming pool or weight room, not anything like
buildings, in some employment places to get yourthe five start hotels in New York City; we had
anger out, instead of getting it out on your boss:reservations, not sure if we needed them. I would
a different world indeed.call their room minimalism, but its simplicity was
Kikue had taken me from the airport to havebeautiful and different, even the sound of the
dinner at a nice restaurant someplace in Tokyo,sliding doors made me feel like I was in Asia.
then we met her sister, whom was fighting withThey had even a place for my shoes, while I put
her about having me over in Japan, and stayingon wooden sandals. Strange I thought, but cool.
with me overnight, and wanting to marry me; theKikue made all the arrangements. Some of these
fight went on in the hallway by threesimple rooms cost up to $800 a night. The
café's, and the train station not far fromRyokan date back to 1603 AD [the Edo period];
sight; for two hours they fought, and left meby tradition these are called Inn's, and come in all
pace in circles, and told me to just wait and besizes, mine was small, original wooden inn
patient, and get away from them. I think sheauthentic I would say.
wanted her to marry a Japanese man, as I'd findWe stayed two days in the Ryokan, and used
out later her whole family was against methat as a steppingstone to other activities
marrying a Japanese, none of them made methroughout the area. Meeting with Kikue's girlfriend
feel welcome.in Kyoto, and going to the temple, Lunch for
Then we headed to our hotel, a kind of$100, and to the Geon District. Lunch was an
apartment, where you had to provide your ownassortment of foods, all Japanese cuisine that
linens, pots and pans. There we'd stay for twonever got me full.
days. And as we left the building the followingThe aqueduct at the temple site was most
morning day-two, all I really wanted to do wasimpressive. But again I wanted to see Geon, and
walk the streets a bit, see what Tokyo was like. Iafter lunch we all went there, and the girlfriend
was hungry, and we looked in a few stores onparted with us, having to go back to work. Kikue
the way to the bus, and got some candy, cokeand I walked up and down the streets. We then
and a sandwich out of vending machines along thewent into one of the Geisha guesthouses, and an
way; they are everywhere. And so that is whatolder Geisha gave us a tour of the place: most
we did as soon as we went from the airport, onkind she was. And as we left I met a Geisha, a
to several trains to get to our apartment, had alovely young women, I seen her again in six
good sleep and found ourselves in day two.months, in a book someone would write about
As the day progressed on day two, people wereGeisha's, a small world isn't it. Kikue was a little
very kind to me, matter-of-fact, I didn't seem todisturbed I wanted to have this experience, but
think they even saw me; they were too busythen she overlooked it. After dinner we went to
going here and there. I would find out by the endthe Tower of Kyoto, it was closed but I snuck all
of this first day the system of the trains, whichthe way up, via, the stairway to the top. Then
you had to hang on for dear life to the loopsback down again.
hanging down overhead, if indeed you were lucky,That night we had a fight on the streets of
you'd get a seat. I can't figure it out, but half theKyoto, after dinner at a Chinese Restaurant and I
folks on the train were sleeping, and when theirhad some resistance to g back into the Ryokan
stop came, they woke up from the dead: theybut I did after walking up and down the
were on automatic recall.cobblestone street trying to get my composure
We'd have to take a bus later on, and then a taxiback, there was, it seemed, a lot of little things
to her girlfriends house, where she gave me abothering both of us.
session of acupuncture, free of charge, and whenIn the cozy little Inn, someone left the door open
I got back on the train thereafter, I collapsed onto their room, and it was hard not to look in as I
the floor. My whole body was limp like a noodle.passed by glanced in, and here they were,
Thus, that would end my acupuncture days.humping away like two camels; making love (Girl
It was a nice month to be in Japan though, it wasand boy) like there was no tomorrow, on a black
July, and it was summer, and it was hot. Tamirolled out whatever on the hard wooden floor; I
was where we'd go the second day, where moststopped looked for a minute, and they were as
of her family lived, in the afternoon that is. Andwhite on rice, doggie style, and they looked at me
so after a stroll downtown, we caught anotherlooking at them, and they smiled. I caught my
train to Tami.breath, and put myself in second gear to get
Day Twomoving, as they motioned me to join them, and I
In the afternoon of Day two, I met the wholefound my room quickly which was next to theirs:
family at a nice restaurant, and got the thirdand had to listen to some moans and groans and
degree: "Why do you want to marry myI celebrated with them, via, through the walls.
daughter?" Her mother asked. Her sister next toThe following morning, day five we had to go
me asked, "Do you really love her or is she just aback to Tokyo, but had to make a stop on the
thing for you?" This interrogation went on for twoway. At the train stop, I had an episode, I have
hours one voice after the other, there wereMS, and so my spine acted up, it was very
about ten folks present representing the core ofpainful, and so I laid down on one of the benches,
her family, and then I broke down and put mywhile Kikue rubbed my back. It looked a bit weird,
hands on the table and pounded lightly saying,but it did the trick.
"You people are very rude to me, and I'm