Wakarimasen

The children come to me. They have so much to say. But how can I tell you that I do not understand? I seek for understanding. I used to think if I stared at a sign long enough the characters would eventually manifest themselves to me, the kanji would pity the frugality of my tongue. But I was in denial. You must have underestimated the situation. To be proud, to be happy. Long legs, cute, slim…Are these the only English words you know? I have so much to teach you, but I only want to show you the beautiful. Let’s forget about the misery and the misunderstandings. I want you to see the world the way I see it, but without the need of contacts.

The students don’t understand English and I sympathize with them. We are very similar, after all.