Today in class we had a bit of relief from the usual depressing stories to do some role-playing, involving the emergency services. This session served as a timely reminder that I don’t quite have what it takes to make it as a paramedic here in Tokyo, which is probably for the best for all concerned, as demonstrated by this snippet from one of the role-playing sessions. Classmate: ‘Hello, there seems to have been an accident involving a car and a bike.’ Me: ‘Okay, what happened.’ Classmate: ‘There seems to have been an accident involving a car and a bike.’ Me: ‘Have you called for an ambulance?’ Classmate: ‘You are the ambulance’. And so on and so forth.
This evening I wet with a friend to Shin-Okubo ( AKA Korean Town) for some authentic Korean scram. For some unknown reason the restaurant owner took quite a shine to the strange looking Gaijin in a pink cardigan, and stopped by every 5 minutes or so to introduce himself to me. He also gave us a load of free stuff simply because under the instruction of my friend I said ‘mmm delicious’ in Korean. At least I think that’s what I said, for all I know I might now be betrothed to his daughter, or be lined up for future kidney transplant.