Friday, June 27, 2008

yellow hair girl

I kinda have to admit, that one reason I was semi pumped about coming to Japan was the prospect of being famous... Not like actual famous, or even "It's that dude who was in that KFC ad" famous, but like, being a local celebrity and token foreigner in whatever town I was placed in Japan. The token foreigner that all the kids know, that gets asked to join in local festivals or be the guest of honour at parties, or gets pumpkins and stuff from random locals just for being the token foreigner.

Unfortunately, my previous perceptions of Japan failed to actualise, and while I do get a few random waves from students at my local mall, and some nods of recognition from Smiley and the crew and Starbucks, that's pretty much it. Despite my town being relatively small, it's definitely not small enough for everyone to know everyone else's name in town.

That certainly isn't the case for my friend though. She lives in a village called Neo, which, while technically is a part of my town (due to a recent 4-town merger), it's still an hours drive away from my place and still very much its own self contained village. To get an idea of how small it is, there are apparently just two restaurants in the town, which close on alternating days so not to compete with each other. And, with my friend being the only one in town with blonde hair and blue eyes, she kinda sticks out, so almost anyone in the town who has kids in Neo knows her as the English teacher at the only two schools there. Apparently, she's gotten used to the special treatment she gets, and isn't phased by the obligatory greetings and small talk that seem to hound her anywhere she goes in her town. Even a trip to pay a bill at the local city hall results in drinking some tea and a half an hour talk with the people who work there.

So, during one alcohol-fuelled night, we decided to put this to the test.

Yep, we addressed a letter to "Yellow Hair Girl" of Neo, without actually writing down her address, other than her village name, prefecture, and postcode.

I soon forgot about the letter until a couple days later, and while it did seem like a pretty stupid idea in hindsight, still wanted to see how famous she was in her town.

Turns out later, that yes, she really is that well known in her village. The postman delivered the letter to her school (Something the postman does regularly when she isn't at home to receive packages) and gave it to the other English teacher to give to her.

It also turns out that writing a letter in block letters, without a return address, and without being specifically addressed to anyone also can sometimes be interpreted as potential hate mail or harassment. Who knew?