I lived in Niigata for a few years and there are emotive sounds I can still conjure in my imagination: the sound of the pedestrian crosswalk signal; the postman’s motorcycle stopping and starting (his arrival heralding the arrival of cherished letters); the ‘ireshaimasei’ welcoming me to every shop and restaurant; the elevator going up and down in the shaft next to my apartment - and of course the cicadas of the summer!
I lived in Niigata for a few years and there are emotive sounds I can still conjure in my imagination: the sound of the pedestrian crosswalk signal; the postman’s motorcycle stopping and starting (his arrival heralding the arrival of cherished letters); the ‘ireshaimasei’ welcoming me to every shop and restaurant; the elevator going up and down in the shaft next to my apartment - and of course the cicadas of the summer!
thank you so much for sharing, Valerie! postman’s motorcycle!! sounds like you have special memories of japan 🥰
Yes, you are right. Lots of memories. Doesn’t take much for me to feel all natsukashii. 😊
Great story, Kana. You have inspired me to do just the same.
thank you so much, Gianni. i can’t wait to read about the sounds in your world ☺️
Wonderful thoughts on which you closed the article, Kana. It was a good read.