The long and winding road … Part 5

Continued from Part 4

After two glorious years in Paris, I found myself in Tokyo. In some ways, the cities couldn’t be more different. Because of Second World War bombing, most of Tokyo is fairly new and grossly tacky, but I came to love this city and for many years thought of it as my home town.

While I was in language school I lived out in the western suburbs and had to take a train and then a subway to get to the university. I never quite got over my amazement that, during rush hour, a 12-car train would pull into my station every 90 seconds. White-gloved railroad employees would cram us on board and we would be pinioned against each other from station to station.

Learning Japanese was one of the toughest things I’ve ever had to do and for about a year and a half I thought I was making little progress and then, suddenly, one day I found that I could understand all the announcements made on the trains and at the stations. I began to relax and enjoy myself.

Stay tuned for the next chapter of the long and winding road …

Comments

  1. Eileen says

    Is there more to the autobiography? I just finished Part 5 and don’t see 6,7 and 8.
    Love “People for Others”!!!!
    Thanks!

  2. Ivan Platovnjak says

    Is there more to the autobiography? I just finished Part 5 and don’t see 6,7 and 8.
    God bless!
    Ivan

  3. says

    Very keen to hear more of the story. I studied

    In Belfast 1958 to 1962 in St Mary’s Falls Road.
    Recall being spat upon on 12 th July when attendng Fr Hoffinger Sj’s Catechetical Training! In those days www wore our medieval habits & were obvious targets for fanatics!

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