We were 5 students (3 Japanese / 1 German / Me) and Sandy was the leader again. I found out that Sandy was born in Hawai'i, I didn't know this... It's very interesting.
First we ate together and so we could get know each other. But it was a very unnatural conversation about what our names are and where we are from...
This inhibited atmosphere changed as soon as we had to wait in a line before we could enter to the show room.
There I spoke with one of the Japanese girls and we talked about several things that we do with our hands to show a feeling or objects: hand signals. For example they use the sign that we use to show that everything is alright to show money(forefinger and thumb together as a circle...). But signs to show that you think someone is an idiot (pointing with the forefinger to the side of your forehead) are also used in Japan
. I was surprised that they don't know the sign to show someone that he is an... middle finger. What was also surprising for me is that Japanese people do paint with there forefinger to the top of the nose to emphasese the "me" or "I", this habit is very sweet. I asked her if there is something that I have to know If I would go to Japan. She could not think about something that I could do totally wrong, just one thing: remove your shoes in front of the door and not after you entered a house... Was quite funny to talk with her.... And of course everybody said to each other that they are invited to visit them in their own country... (it's common to say this here...). So maybe next year Japan (or Germany
). I got also the calling card from Sandy, the leader, and I said to her that I could show her some places in Switzerland... She seemed to be interested in going there.Then we could enter the show room. We had very good seats.
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We ordered some drinks...
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The show began with a woman who sang some songs in English, Hawaiian and in Japanese. The whole show was in English and Japanese. After this we saw some very impressive Polynesian dancers. I liked the music, the clothes they wore(or did not wear) and the way they moved their bodies: very powerfull, controlled and full of spirits!
And while I sat there, enjoying this wonderfull show, I began to think which traditon from Switzerland I could show to a women grown up in paradise? Frankly, there is nothing that could keep up with this dances and rituals. I mean, liveries against hula scirt; drumbeat against yodeling... do you understand?
Fortunatelly my thoughts got interrupted by my second drink
. Another Highlight of this eveing. A back scratcher in my drink as a soft reminder: never ask why, ever ask why not! This could be a attitude to life --> Anyway it brings more fun in your life.
At the end of the show the magician talked to us about a dream he had when he was young. He always wanted to see snow and further he explained that the very first time he saw snow was as he was already an adult. And then he let it snow...
... and I got the answer to what I can show to a woman who grew up in paradise, who is visiting Switzerland. Things that I forgot to appreciate.