Tsukie Akizawa
essayist
I have moved in Australia with my Japanese husband since 2002.
After a half-year homestay experience at a Bed and Breakfast in New South Wales just myself, I joined a winery in Queensland where my husband got a job.
I now live in Cairns with family.
My hobbies are baking and handicrafts such as crochet and origami.
I am also a mother with children in high school, and is the number one fan of the pictures they draw.
4.12.2025
DAYS/ Tsukie Akizawa Column
Green and Gold
Yell !!
1・The Invisible Man
The landscape I am looking at,
Is it the landscape that really exists?
Is the view I see really the view I see?
or if the view I see is really the view I am seeing?
I often had moments of falling into such a feeling when I was of pre-school age, maybe even before 4 or 5 years old. It was usually when I was walking around my house, and it was a sudden feeling of discomfort, as if I was plugged in. I would look around and look at my hands, but eventually I would give up feeling the discomfort and start walking again.
I am now convinced that it is probably something that happens in the process of forming the ego.
However, if the view I am seeing is not something that can be called ‘real’, then do I exist? I felt a little uncertain.
2・wanting to be but never being able to be
In the early days of my stay in Australia, I lived in a homestay away from my husband, even though I could not speak English.
I had to make do with words, broken English and gestures.
In the beginning, what I wanted to talk about came out of my inside as if it were Japanese, but I could not keep up with the tempo of the conversation because I did not have English with me.
The host family ran a Bed and Breakfast and I had the opportunity to talk to their guests, and often neighbours and their independent children would come to visit. If my host father or mother was around, they would support me even if I couldn't speak, but otherwise I had to get through the situation on my own.
People who speak to me out of kindness.
People who speak to me as a politeness.
Having given up on communicating fluently in English, I smiled and backed away, unconsciously trying to hide.
I felt sorry and thought, ‘Don't worry about me, please go ahead and talk amongst yourselves’.
I found myself in an away-from-home environment and found that I could not be invisible.
It resulted in a strong sense of ‘I exist here.’
3・Piling up
The good thing about being in Australia was that it was a world where I didn't have my own foundation, so I had the feeling that I was building up to whatever I was doing.
Made friends,
Got a job,
Made companions,
Had/raised children,
Got a hobby,
rented, bought or sold a house,
From the middle of the journey, I was living with the feeling of a story about how I could live comfortably while my English remained poor, which meant that I had more room in my life. That is why I felt less anxious when things started disappearing from around me in the second half of last year, when I was decluttering to return to Japan.
I think that even if I had to reset my life once, I would be able to build it up again.
Or is it the other way round?
Maybe I was more confident that once things were cleared up, I could more easily welcome the next one.
4・Reloading
As I was writing, I remembered that there was a word ‘existentialism’.
It seems to be a philosophical term, although I am not familiar with that side of it,
Wikipedia says it is ‘the basic doctrine that existence precedes essence.’
Elsewhere, I have read the following statement.
‘What has happened in the past so far can change its meaning depending on what I do in the future.’
Perhaps there is no direct connection between these two contents.
But I took them as words of encouragement to myself, as I tend to have too much time to think about useless things at the moment.
I think it will be interesting to spend my days with moderate expectations of what I'm going to do, and once again thinking things like ‘Oh, my God, every day is so hard!’
2.8.2025
DAYS/ Tsukie Akizawa Column
Green and Gold
Japanese unavoidable ordeal
1・Winter in Japan
It was our first New Year's Eve in Japan since New Year's 2002.
We watched the Kohaku Uta Gassen (singing contest), rang the New Year's bell and enjoyed rice cakes made with a mallet from my sister and her husband, all of which made us happy.
But It was cold. And it's still cold.
The cold air when I go out into the corridor for a moment to go to another room, the cold floor, the cold water that comes out when I turn on the tap, my body and brain are not prepared for that coldness. I shrink back in a panic.
When I was in Cairns, I used to melt in the heat, boo-booing that I grew up in the North, but I realise now that it was the heat that my body had become accustomed to in recent years.
Of course, that's true.
I lived in Cairns in a tropical rainforest climate for 14 years,
Ipswich, where I lived for eight years before that, is as far from the equator as Okinawa.
Having raised my children in such a place, my body was completely acclimatised to the hot environment.
I felt ‘freezing’ when the temperature dropped below 15°C, so winters in Gifu, Japan, where it even snows, are definitely cold.
My daughter and I had only one or two long-sleeved clothes, though,
We landed at Narita, saying, ‘We can buy them in Japan.’
I felt like I had finished preparing for winter just because my feet had gone from sandals to sneakers.
Light long sleeves for spring and autumn and two light coats that I miraculously had with me.
Thanks to the cold, the weight of the luggage and the three-hour journey to the hotel in Tokyo, my daughter caught a solid cold. It was no time for leisurely shopping.
2・being busy with many paperwork procedures
We came to Japan having disposed of our Australian home and most of our household goods.
Nothing can start without first becoming a resident.
At immigration, which is now an automated gate, I asked to have the necessary stamps for the procedures at the city hall.
My daughter must quickly move to junior high school, get used to Japanese-style schooling and prepare for high school entrance exams.
I also found a company in advance that allows us to sign a mobile phone contract with a certificate of residence and a passport.
And I thought I was well prepared.
When I arrived in Gifu, it was time to go! And then I realised that I had forgotten our passports, tucked away in the safe of our hotel in Tokyo. ......
The trip to the City Council was a week later than planned, and the workload was very tight.
I visited the Citizens' Division, the National Health Insurance and Pension Division, the My Number Card Express Application, the School Safety Support Division and the Child Support Division, in that order.
The city council building, which was newly built some years ago, was very beautiful, but the work carried out in it was basically face-to-face.
Most of the paperwork in Australia is done online these days, so I realised once again that I was back in Japan.
(As was the case with my son) They asked me if I planned to stay for more than a year and asked me to write a note on a form.
(Some cities and towns allow you to register as a resident on every temporary return, so isn't there a big difference in judgement?)
Nor is becoming a resident citizen the only necessary procedure as a person who lives, rather than travels.
Mobile phones, transfers of driving licences, opening a bank account, signing a rental agreement for a property with two cats, buying a private car.
The purchase of a set of household appliances and a set of furniture is also waiting for us.
A work colleague in Cairns asked me, ‘Do you have another job lined up?’ I was often asked, but I couldn't settle down until I was settled in my new home. I'm still shuttling back and forth between the rented accommodation I'm staying in and the flat I'll be living in, and gradually buying the things I need to get by.
My husband, who has started work, and my daughter, who is going to school, already feel that they are part of everyday life, but I am the only one who has not lost the feeling of being back home temporarily.
I am still having a curious time in Japan.
3・Driving a car in Japan.
By the way, I got my driving licence in Japan when I was a university student and was a complete paper driver.
But when I moved to Australia and had a child, I couldn't say I was afraid of driving. Without a car, I couldn't go anywhere.
With my infant son in the back, I started driving with sweaty palms.
Driving my husband to and from work morning and evening gave me practice driving the same route, and gradually I was able to get myself to a playgroup in Brisbane, an hour away.
Roads in Australia are generally wide. There are wide lawns or paved spaces for pedestrians on both sides of the road, and houses are rarely built right next to the road, as in Japan. There are few pedestrians or cyclists on the road and it was easy to drive.
When I first started driving, such differences in road conditions definitely made it possible for me to drive, even though I was a de-paper driver.
Back in Japan this time, I was given rides in various people's cars, which made me think again.
People who normally drive may not be aware of this, but Japanese roads, especially narrow ones in residential areas, are not easy to drive on unless you have good driving skills.
The probability of pedestrians and fast-moving, unreadable cyclists on the road is different.
The guardrails standing by the road, the narrow distance between cars when passing each other and the overall newness and cleanliness of the cars on the road are a bit of a pressure.
As a parent with children living in a rural area, life can be difficult here if you can't drive a car.
Will it be another day of wiping sweaty palms?
4・Where I belong
My memories of life in Japan naturally stop in my twenties.
When I went back to Japan temporarily, it was only as a tourist, so I had lost the perspective of a resident and just enjoyed the Japanese-style services. Although I had participated in Japan's national elections from outside the country, I still felt like an outsider.
When I went back to Japan again and decided to live as a resident, it was strange, but for some reason I felt as if I was being blamed.
I kept saying ‘sorry’ a lot.
I can't even start working yet, I can't drive a car yet, I'm supposed to be back in my own country, I'm like a child.
‘Can't you slow down for once?’ I was almost looking backwards, wondering what I am now, even though I had been told to do so.
At that time, I went back to my home town.
The family home was a log house with a fireplace, which once lit was so comfortable that most parts of the house were hot.
They taught me life hacks, shared memories of our lost mother, and chatted away the hours we spent sleeping. They also shared their handmade pickled plums, plum wine and miso.
After returning home completely, even though I thought I was resting, I was looking at the next phase of my life that I wanted to put in place. I was also busy with the cats' health problems.
When I decided that it was time for a break, in the name of returning home, it was a feeling of being able to land back into the connected world around me. I was glad that the live show I wanted to see was taking place in Kanazawa at this time.
Let's go back to our homes in Gifu with some Hokuriku souvenirs.
12.5.2024
DAYS/ Tsukie Akizawa Column
Green and Gold
Countdown to returning home
1・The end of a long honeymoon
In mid-December, at the end of the school year, we move back to Japan.
This is what expatriates call ‘homecoming’ and means that my time in Australia, which has lasted since 2002, is now very short.
They originally came to Australia despite not speaking English because we wanted to spend a page of our lives abroad and broaden our horizons.
‘I'll still be in my 20s after a few years abroad’, I thought optimistically, but as a result, we stayed until we had children and raised them as teenagers.
Our marriage, which did not involve a wedding, naturally had no plans for a honeymoon, and therefore we initially said that this stay abroad would be a replacement.
Does that mean a 22-year honeymoon?
Long ago, there was an ironic Australian TV commercial in which a romance develops and a child is even born while waiting in line at the bank.
It reminds me a little of that.
(Although there was nothing in particular that we were ‘waiting for’.)
As the end is drawing near, I would like to ask you to bear with me for a moment on sentimentality.
2・International transportation of cats
During their honeymoon (?) The two children were not the only additions to the family.
Two large cats were also welcomed into the family.
We would like to take them to Japan too, but what shall we do?
This was the first big problem that plagued us.
Six months after we adopted them, when they were a year old, one of them developed urinary problems. After being hospitalised several times, he still urinates blood from time to time and never shows his face when strangers come to the house.
Given his physical and mental condition, is it safe to transport him by plane? The argument is.
My daughter can't imagine being away from the cat and I am worried that the cost is too high and if there is a problem during transport, it will be disastrous.
The other one is in good health and can cope with strangers, so is he OK? Would you take one of them with you?
But they have lived together all their lives as brothers.
I don't want to separate them now.
In the midst of not finding an answer, I saw news of a plane fire earlier this year.
I think it is still fresh in our minds that all the passengers on board miraculously survived, but the unfortunate result was that the pets that were checked in as luggage were not taken care of.
The transfer of animals from Cairns to Japan is via Sydney once.
This means they have to fly at least twice.
After arriving in Tokyo, they still need to be transported in some way to Gifu.
Can we really put such a heavy burden on our cats when they meow and mew at us for just a few minutes when we put them in the car?
Isn't it selfish of us?
Wouldn't it be safer in terms of their physical condition to find someone to take them in here?
I consulted the vet and agonised about it for six months, but at four years old he was still young and my desire to take him in as a family member prevailed and I was prepared to ‘be selfish’. I contacted the supplier and reported it to the vet.
The contractor we chose was honest and kept us informed of the progress along the way.
The result was a great success.
The cats made it through a total of three additional flights from Haneda to Nagoya and the cats were reunited with my husband at Centrair Airport without any problems.
No health problems occurred.
Perhaps the milk supplement that was suggested to me, which ‘makes them feel calm’, had a positive effect.
I was impressed by the toughness of the cats.
One thing that has changed is their personalities, according to my husband.
The shy and sickly cat has become more sociable, while the more sociable one has become more withdrawn. Cat, who had been hospitalised, may have been more resilient to irregular situations because of his experience.
It remains to be seen whether this character reversal is a temporary phenomenon or whether it will continue.
Anyway, they are in the middle of experiencing their first winter as cats living safely in Japan.
3・The two remaining girls
In October, when the temperatures in both Cairns and Gifu had settled down, my husband was sent back to Japan with the cat. It was agreed that he could move to his parents' house for the time being, and that he could build a foundation for life in Japan first.
My son is in Brisbane.
In other words, all the ‘boys’ in our family left and my daughter and I remained at home in Cairns.
The home is owner-occupied and is in the process of being sold rather than rented out.
My husband and son painted the house beforehand, and I will take over the various tasks afterwards to prepare it for sale.
I left my afternoon job at this point.
The house will be on the market for approximately one month. The rush to improve the house begins.
Arranging electricity, water and fence contractors.
Preparing to empty the house.
External appearance of the garden.
Seven times I drove to the collection station to take out the rubbish.
Sweat, sunburn and physical exertion.
Outdoors, where you could get heat stroke just standing there.
Moving shovels in such conditions.
Pruning branches.
Fighting ants.
I kept an eye on my schedule and took breaks to keep myself from collapsing.
On the trip to Brisbane, originally planned to see my son, I just lounged around to recover from fatigue.
I then conversely called my son in to consult with me on gardening and even got my daughter to cook dinner for me to get through the day.
Thanks to this, he was able to empty the house and get the garden in order to the extent that the next owner would not be bothered.
It was a period in my life, second only to after childbirth, where I was constantly thinking and acting on something.
Even now, the fever hasn't died down yet, so when I try to slow down, I suddenly feel anxious.
I tell myself that it's okay to take a break now.
4・City life
For the last month, I rented a room in a holiday accommodation in a place where I can live without a car. Here, I am bringing in what I need for the time being and what I am still putting on hold due to lack of time, which will eventually be reduced to two suitcases' worth of luggage.
It is refreshing to be able to walk to school or work and again to hear different types of sounds.
The negative ones, such as the sound of brakes, which is probably reckless driving, and the shouts of people who are angry with life, are bothering me, but I still hear birds singing and the sound of palm leaves rubbing against each other as often as ever.
The comfort of getting to school or work without the morning traffic jams and the temptation of having many cafés and restaurants nearby.
In the small city of Cairns, ‘city life’ is perhaps too high a word.
Still, living in rented accommodation, feeling a little strange as to whether I am a traveller or a dweller, has an imbalance that seems just right in the run-up to my main return home.
I'm eating out more and more for ‘farewell parties’ and if I don't keep my wits about me, I'll end up splurging.
I still have some cleaning supplies left, and I find myself tending to this rented room as well, just as I have done in the past!
The fact that this essay is in Stay Salty is a sign that my schedule has gone according to plan.
For that, I should pat myself on the back.
Towns and shopping centres are beginning to take on more Christmas colours.
Last December the area where I live was badly hit by flooding, but this year I hope the rebuilding work will continue and progress will be made.
My daughter's transfer to junior high school and high school entrance exams, renewing my driving licence and looking for a job.
There are a lot of things to do after I return to Japan.
Then I want to enjoy this strange time a little more.
9.10.2024
DAYS/ Tsukie Akizawa Column
Green and Gold
Culinary freedom
1・physical strength
As usual, I am still in the middle of decluttering.
We decided to have a garage sale and decided to start with an assortment of mainly Japanese comics and general merchandise.
A garage sale is a popular event in Australia where people display their unwanted items in a corner of their home to be bought, usually by neighbours or acquaintances.
This time, as the items were mainly Japanese, we only announced the event to friends, acquaintances and Japanese language groups on social networking sites, and omitted putting up signs by the side of the main road.
In addition to Japanese people, there were unexpected visitors, such as a neighbour who wandered by and an Aussie man who wanted Japanese books for his Japanese mother-in-law.
The products that were left there (and most of them are still there) have moved venues and turned online. I am currently in the process of creating a set of products that I think will be of interest and finding time to register them.
My friend's hair salon has the novel and people who don't know us have seen it (thank you).
To be honest, I still don't know where we are going with the clearance of our belongings.
The shelves where the items are stored and the freestanding closets we bought to replace the walls will have to leave this house, but how can we advertise them to reach the people who might want them? I have to think about things like this (although I enjoy such time).
I have to keep working while doing physical work, so I need to build up my strength.
When I was thinking about this, I heard from a friend that there is a person who holds cooking classes using minor grains.
Speaking of minor grains, weren't they something that common people used to eat when rice was a luxury item in old Japan? Would it give me strength?
2・Millet cooking classes
About six years ago, I bought a set of five-grain rice in Japan, which I simply mixed with rice.
One day back then, when I was in my early twenties, I had a lovely grain rice lunch set at a restaurant somewhere near Shin-Gifu station. It was delicious and left a lasting impression in my memory.
I was in a ruffled mood and tried to cook five-grain rice, but the non-white rice was unpopular with my family at the time and I was unable to continue.
Recalling such memories, I decided to participate in the project because even if I made it, my family might not eat it, but I still wanted to eat it! I decided to do it.
The Minor Grain Cooking teacher is a senior mum who I knew as a yoga teacher but had never had the chance to talk to before. She has been learning and practising various diets in search of a healthy diet since her children were born.
Such a stoic person says that she has become very healthy since she met this grain diet.
I eat meat, white food (refined food), processed food, vegetarian food, whatever I like, so I think of myself as a person who has no restraint when it comes to food.
Would it be okay to talk to someone who trains her body in yoga and is so selective about what she eats?
I was worried for a moment, but then I heard from the teacher, who is always putting her heart and soul into everything she does,
‘I want you to try and incorporate a few minor grains into your own life, I want you to know about them.’
I was able to relax, learn about the cooking process and have lunch made by the teacher.
3・guilty feelings
By the way, have you ever heard the phrase ‘Guilt Free Food’ when you are exposed to information on healthy eating?
The term seems to have gained recognition since the popularity of Bliss Balls, which originated in Australia and are made entirely from fruit and nuts, with no sugar, flour or additives.
I seem to remember seeing Bliss Balls around the time I started seeing them in the shops.
Is it a term for people who are concerned about not being able to stop eating sweets? That was about the extent of my awareness.
Later, I began to question ‘guilt-free’ in the sense of not harming my body. This is because I started to hear about the environmental damage and labour exploitation caused by food.
While the ‘guilt arrows’ for high calories, sugar, gluten, etc. are only pointed at your own body, the arrows are pointed outside yourself and your family when it comes to contributing to the environmental destruction created by the food you eat and the issue of forced labour, including child labour.
Since becoming aware of this,
‘It's a guilt-free snack with no sugar or fats.’
I became extremely confused when I was exposed to this kind of information.
It just feels like a light-hearted flirtation with ‘Mild feeling of guilt.’, where I gave in to my temptation and ate it even though I knew I shouldn't have.
If it's only good enough for me, is it good enough for you?
That guilt is only self-centred if you don't apply it to the rest of the world!
However, some people have a history of not being able to work on themselves, for example, with eating disorders. If they cannot work on themselves, they cannot afford to worry about the world around them.
Various thoughts crossed my mind.
At one point, I even wished the expression would stop.
Over time, I have come to think that the perspective that the word ‘guilt’ is treated too lightly may just be ‘my point of view’. Each person has their own process and past, which means that the ‘guilt’ to look at is at a different stage for each person.
When I started to feel this way, I was finally able to calm down.
It is just that it is difficult to understand each person's world and stage from a list of words like ‘guilt’.
4・Now let's return to the main subject
We are in the process of decluttering our home, but a new friend has arrived (and I don't mean the travel bag).
They are ‘Minor Grain Cooking’, which I learnt at a cooking class.
Luckily, there is a weighing shop nearby, so I can buy small quantities and try different things. The storage containers are empty bottles that have been accumulating in the kitchen.
Once again, I think about how many different things come out of the back of the shelves.
These jars, which I thought were of a tricky size, are seeing the light of day thanks to grains, and I have no doubt that they will continue to be useful until just before I go back to Japan. You could say that it was a good thing I hoarded them.
So far, I have only made soup with millet, rice with minor grains, amazake made from rice with minor grains, and kimchi made from that amazake.
The reaction of the family, which I was worried about, was not as bad as I expected.
The key point would be to take the stance that ‘there is always grains rice, you can have it if you want’, rather than saying ‘I want you to stop eating white rice and switch to grains rice’. I learnt from my daughter's reaction that appearance is important when it comes to soups and other cooking methods.
When things at home are a bit more settled, I would like to try some new dishes.
There are many different types of minor grains, each with its own characteristics, so it seems fun to think about combinations and cooking methods. This freedom is probably the reason why the teachers are so excited to talk to us.
I'm not a big fan of extremism, but I'm glad I had the opportunity to learn about grains, which seem to be able to coexist as a part of our lives.
And as ever, I want to make sweets using sugar, flour, rice flour, honey, dairy products and eggs as usual. I want to make yummy things.
I also heard that if I keep eating grains, my food preferences will change.
If future me changes, that would be interesting too.
7.1.2024
DAYS/ Tsukie Akizawa Column
Green and Gold
What we can call “Shu katsu”
Face the things
I am in the process of decluttering.
Yes, I am selling and throwing away things in my house bit by bit.
As one might generally imagine, a family with children has a lot of stuff.
Like our Australian friends around us, we want to buy our children common books and toys, and at the same time teach them about the culture and events of our roots in Japan.
We have a trampoline in the garden, bicycles, rollerblades and various balls in the garage, and musical instruments, comics, craft items and stuffed animals all over the house. The school also sends back textbooks, notebooks and artwork from their studies every year.
If we returned to Japan temporarily, we would go on a shopping spree.
On flights back to Australia, I used to weigh between 100 and 120 kilos worth of luggage, and at the same time used sea mail to send toys, manga and old story sets.
New Year's Day, Setsubun, Girls' Day, Children's Day, Christmas and birthdays.
Seasonal packages were thoughtfully and regularly sent by our family in Japan, and we were excited to open the boxes each time they arrived.
The family had a good time together, celebrating the events.
The tiger cat brothers have recently been added to the family, too,
Cat towers and catwalks have taken over a corner of the living room.
Of course, we, the parents, have our own history,
We also have a variety of baggage of our own.
As a result of continually satisfying our desires, our homes are overflowing with stuff.
But,
If you just have a lot of stuff, it's not really a problem.
Each item has its own memories and can be seen as part of what makes up who you are. As long as you think something is important, you should keep it close by, right?
It,
developed into a situation where we had to face things and think about disposing of them.
My family will be returning to Japan this year.
Local markets
From May to December last year, I participated in a stall at the local Sunday market, which is held once a month. Just to check the layout, it is a lively event with as many as 180 shops, both professional and amateur, temporarily lined up.
I opened an easy-going hobby shop in collaboration with a friend who sells crocheted goods.
For some time I had a secret ambition to sell the children's drawings as greeting cards. So I set up a stall at the 2022 Christmas Craft Market, but unfortunately sales were nil.
So, we thought that if we could open a market stall next time, it would be a good idea to procure character goods and Japanese-style items from Japan and put them on display together to attract attention. We have stuffed toys and other items that our children used in the past at home, so we thought, "Why don't we sell some of the unwanted items from home as well?
At the time, it wasn't yet time to sell because we were going back home. ......
As my children got older, they spent more time with 'screens' rather than 'things', and I began to notice things that I thought were probably time to say goodbye to, given their age.
At first, I put old books and toys from their primary school days on the shop floor.
Children's deals seemed to stop them in their tracks, and people who liked anime picked up the merchandise.
I was a little touched when I saw a girl of about upper secondary school age hugging a stuffed toy of a Japanese anime character not sold here, even though it was second-hand, and negotiating with her parents to get it as a birthday present this year.
Feeling good about it, I put up a slightly different range of second-hand items as well.
The most responsive and quick-selling items were guitars.
Three guitars for children and adults, accessories and amplifiers.
Each one had its own buyers and quickly disappeared.
Despite the fact that the Nintendo Classic Mini series was a Japanese version, an Aussie uncle said, "Don't worry, it's okay. The kids are learning Japanese at school" and happily took it home.
The small plastic dress-up doll collections that were popular about seven years ago, now only available new at a premium, were scoured for information remaining online to determine their names and rarity, and then made packages to identify them as second-hand and put them on display. We made so many that we didn't sell them all, but it was good to see so many people enjoying choosing them.
As an aside, I really wanted to sell homemade sweets to the public at the market.
The same market five years ago had a variety of amateurs selling their favourite handmade goods, but in recent years the conditions have become more stringent.
Now, on the other hand, I was disappointed that some things did not sell at all, but I decided to put those online as well.
In truth, there was some resistance to the idea of 'selling' rather than 'giving away' unwanted items.
However, many people are selling second-hand items online, putting their own prices on them.
Looking at them, I thought.
I felt a sense of resistance when I looked at them.
I felt much less resistance to the idea.
Billiard cues and balls, an electronic piano, two bicycles, a Koinobori, camping equipment and craft items were sold online. I don't really like chatting to people I don't know, so I put a few things out there and see what happens.
There is still a mountain of stuff I want to sell or get rid of.
Just one suitcase
When we first set foot on the Australian shores in 2002, my luggage consisted of a large suitcase and a backpack. My husband's entire luggage consisted of a cylindrical gym bag called a drum bag and a backpack.
As my residence permit changed from a working holiday to a business visa and then to a permanent residence permit, the number of things in my home increased.
When I settled in Japan again, I wanted to go back to only one suitcase and a backpack, as I did last time, for the luggage I was bringing with me.
In reality, I would have to send a few boxes of luggage separately, but even then it shouldn't be on the scale of a move.
This time, the separation is not about 'choosing what sparks joy!',
"Is it really worth bringing back to Japan?"
The decision needs to be made strictly on the basis of "Is it really worth bringing back to Japan?".
First, I intend to get rid of most of my kitchen utensils, as I can get by in Japan.
I'm still keen on my favourite baking utensils, especially baking moulds, but they probably won't be the right size.
I'm going to get the right tools for the Japanese environment.
Stuff in the garage, I don't need it.
No furniture, bedding, toiletries or cleaning products.
Enough cosmetics and clothes for a trip should be fine.
What about the Japanese novels and comics that line the bookshelves?
I will have to have a final discussion with my family, but they are all things that I can easily get in Japan. If I really need them, I will buy them all again.
Even if I don't have them with me, I can read them in libraries and manga cafés.
I think it would be more effective use to find someone in Australia who wants them.
Japanese CDs and DVDs are distressed.
Nowadays, with subscribe, you can watch and listen to a lot of them.
Unless I really need something as my collector's item, I'll give it up.
I used to be a 'things before travel' type of person, so it's hard for me to let go of things I bought because I thought they were nice,
But this is where you have to be determined!
What to do with paper documents related to household finances?
I should scan the ones that look important and store them in the cloud or .......
Someday, I will need to make time to face them one at a time.
Good luck, myself!
The most difficult to judge are printed photographs, letters and children's diaries and artwork (growth records).
Oh what a 、、、、 problem.
Only my son is moving to a city in the state, not Japan, and he too will be moving with minimal luggage. There will be no 'Australian family home' and I hope he can build a new life with as much luggage as he can manage.
We are beginning to clean up after 22 years of life in Australia.
Could this be,
I'm beginning to think that this might be what we call 'Shu katsu(making preparations for one's death)’.
'Shu katsu’ activities at a time when we are slightly past the turning point of our lives.
Maybe a bit like the 'one-half coming of age ceremony' that is said to be held in Japanese primary schools.
"Never leave a bird in the lurch."
'More beautiful than when you arrived'.
We are,
We will be the lightest people who deserve to start a new life in Japan!
As I was typing this text, a text message rang on my MacBook.
It was a notice of a VIP's early sale.
June is the end of the Australian financial year and many businesses hold major sales to generate sales during the year.
Jump to the website
and click
on a product.
No, you see,
It's a travel bag.
It's a tote bag that fits into the handle of a suitcase.
You can take up to two pieces of luggage on board the plane.
A backpack and a tote bag, isn't that just right?
It's a very convenient bag for everyday use too.
With my pocket money, I buy it. ............
4.15.2024
DAYS/ Tsukie Akizawa Column
Green and Gold
Hello Japan
Notification of moving in
My son, who graduated from high school, is currently living in Japan.
The plan is for him to experience life in Japan during this time, as his higher education has been staggered a little. Until now, he has only stayed in Japan on trips, for three weeks at a time at most.
This time, he will be staying mainly at my in-laws' house for nearly three months.
He has Japanese citizenship, so anyway, I told him first of all, 'make sure you register your move-in at the city council'. I told him that when he entered Japan, he should get an entry stamp in his passport for this thing.
As it is now common to use automated gates when entering the country, the stamp proving entry is apparently designed to be stamped by deliberately asking for it to be stamped. This is one of the document required when moving in.
Carrying his stamped passport, the son went to the city hall with his grandparents. They reported to us that, unfortunately, they could not transfer in.
He was told that if he did not plan to stay in the country for more than a year, the transfer application would not be accepted.
My son is in a situation where he has never had a Japanese address, although his 'principal domicile is in Japan'.
This means that although his body is currently in Japan and he lives there, he is a Japanese national who does not belong to any part of Japan. His current address is still the same as it was when he registered his birth abroad, and although he is a Japanese citizen, he is only treated as a traveller.
He said
'I don't have to have a health insurance card’, or
'If I work part-time, I might have to pay tax',
but it didn't work. (leaving aside whether he earn enough to have to pay tax).
If it's "planned", why not just say "I'll live here for a year" and then move out, saying "my plans have changed after all"? It might seem like a good idea. But how many people can do that despite having a return ticket?
I ended up being told by the city council in the core city that 'you are a temporary resident'.
Wisdom tooth
He cannot register as a resident.
What that means is that, first of all, they cannot join the 'National Health Insurance'.
In Australia, he has regular check-ups at his dentist's office.
During a visit some time ago, my son was recommended to have his wisdom teeth removed all at once when he graduates from high school.
He had to go to the larger hospital (hosptial) and be hospitalised for a day to have four of them removed under general anaesthesia. The rough estimate was about AUS 3800. Even with our family's voluntary health insurance.
When I got the quote I thought.
I could buy a return plane ticket and see a dentist in Japan and I would surely get change.
I didn't see the need to remove four at once right now, and I'm a little uncomfortable with the idea of having to undergo general anaesthesia for wisdom teeth.
It was discussed that he should go to a dentist in Japan and live there for a while.
He is staying in Australia for further education and does not plan to live in Japan, so this would be a good opportunity for him.
If he could use his health insurance with a certificate of residence, he would not need travel insurance.
As a result, such an optimistic plan did not materialise and he had to pay for a check-up at his own expense.
And a Japanese dentist simply told to him
'There's no need to do anything now, not yet.'
Part-time job
If he cannot register as a resident, a situation may arise where he cannot find a part-time job, even if he wants to do work experience.
Generally, many employers require a certificate of residence as proof of identity, and in the case of my son, he is 17 years old, so they also need to verify his age. His passport shows his nationality and age, but does not prove his address in Japan.
Then open a bank account.
This is hopeless.
Not so long ago, he could open a bank account by writing his Japanese address in the 'current address field' of his passport. However, his passport is new and does not have a 'current address column'. In that case, he would have to submit a certificate of residence, but since that does not exist, there is nothing he can do.
There are probably few part-time jobs that pay cash nowadays. If they are bad enough, they may even be asked to open an account at a designated bank. Without a bank account, it is not difficult to imagine how difficult it would be to process the paperwork for the salary.
My son seems undeterred by this situation and is sending in his CV, but his part-time work experience in Japan is now hopeless.
Even the Japanese
As a Japanese national, I thought that as long as my son I lived in Japan, he would be entitled to the same rights as those currently living in Japan.
However, there was a limit to the minimum period of stay.
For example, my husband and I live in Australia as permanent residents, but as we are only permanent residents, we do not have the right to vote.
Even though our stay has been over 20 years, we live with the feeling that we are 'visiting' because we intend to return to Japan.
On the other hand, I had assumed that my son would be able to exercise all his rights regardless of which country he lived in, as he is a national of both countries.
However, I have learnt this time that it is not a simple matter.
It can't be helped.
If that is the case, I want my son to enjoy his time in Japan.
I am writing this,
I am the one who urges my son to do something.
"Why don't you do some volunteer work?"
It can't be helped.
Mothers are greedy.
2.10.2024
DAYS/ Tsukie Akizawa Column
Green and Gold
Cyclone Jasper
Damage caused by torrential rain
About two weeks before the Noto earthquake at New Year's, Cairns was hit by a cyclone.
The cyclone itself was not that big, and weakened after heavy winds and several power outages. However, the rain clouds remained stagnant and the city was hit by record-breaking rainfall, which is said to occur only once every 100 years.
Flooding damage occurred in areas such as the coastal area where our house is located.
It has been 10 years since we moved into our current house, and the only damage we have experienced so far from torrential rain is that the area was isolated because the main road was flooded. Moreover, the water receded in one day and we were back to normal the next day.
Neighbours who have lived here for decades have only experienced that much damage, and were surrounded by optimistic predictions that they would be fine this time as well.
However, the cyclone, which recorded the highest rainfall in history, flooded not only roads but also houses.
When people started to evacuate, the road in front of our house became a river.
The water flowing down the road gradually rose to the level of the river, and the fear of approaching our building.
Electricity was cut off and internet connections, including smartphone signals, were almost completely destroyed. Our source of information, a portable radio, was calling out the name of the area where our house is located.
However, as a result, our house escaped flooding damage to the house.
Instead, part of the coastal road was pushed out to sea, creating a new channel from the river. Presumably, thanks to this loophole, the water that had been flowing along the road moved all the way to the sea.
The street where our house is located was spared from damage because of this waterway.
The residents said to each other.
time series
The cyclone left us stuck for approximately one week, from Wednesday 13 to Monday 18 December. Here is a brief timeline of events.
Wednesday 13 and Thursday 14 December
Cyclone hits a little north of Cairns.
There are several power outages, but they are restored later in the day.
Due to strong wind and rain, it was deemed impossible to go to work from our home.
15 Dec (Friday)
The rainfall is still intermittent, although it has changed to a tropical depression and the rainfall has slowed.
On this day, the university entrance test results were also released in Queensland, so a friend of my son's drove over from another area.
There were concerns about rising water levels due to the King Tide, but conditions appeared to be mobile on this day during the week of disaster.
Saturday 16 and Sunday 17 December
The term 'record rainfall' begins to be used.
The cyclone, which transformed into a tropical depression, remained stagnant and dumped huge amounts of rain over the past two days. We hear unheard of units of rainfall of 2 metres.
Major roads are repeatedly closed and opened.
Stories of residents evacuating the area begin to emerge, and I read on social media that families of acquaintances living in the area have climbed onto their roofs and waited for rescue.
At noon on Sunday, planned power cuts are implemented, probably to prevent power leaks due to flooding. At the same time, it is difficult to obtain information via the internet. The water supply is only as thick as a string.
And on Sunday night, when we were frightened by the flooding in our house, the road along the coast, a short distance from our house, collapsed.
18 Dec (Mon)
The rain has almost stopped and the sky is overcast.
Relieved that their homes were spared from flooding, but as we drove through the area to see what was happening, we saw vehicles and houses that still bore the marks of flooding.
There were a number of major roads that were heavily damaged.
The main road from our home area to the city was somehow passable, but it was covered in mud. We were told by officials that we would not be able to return to our homes immediately once we were outside, probably due to the restoration work.
Tuesday 19 December
With free access to the main road into town (residents only), I evacuate to my accommodation, my workplace, and prepare to go to work the next day.
Water and electricity return to my home at night. Mobile phone signal interference improves, but internet at home did not return until the end of the year.
In addition, my husband's workplace was in the opposite direction to the city and the road was closed, making it difficult for him to go to work until the weekend.
evacuation
When it was raining, I kept wondering about whether we should evacuate or not.
Emergency alerts were of course received,
To higher ground if it is safe to move.
Or to a higher level of housing.
If you feel your life is in danger, call us!
If the flooding has started,
if the water level is rising rapidly,
they will feel their lives are in danger and seek evacuation.
However, if I leave my home, where nothing has started yet, and if I leave my house, the roads are so muddy from the torrential rain that I cannot walk on them.
Under these conditions, I have no choice but to decide that it is safer to stay at home.
I had no choice but to remain calm and watch.
As a result, damage to their homes was spared.
The state of power and almost no water supply was also resolved in about three days.
However, this was only the result of the situation, and while we were forced to suffer inconvenience, we did not know how long this situation would continue.
Anxiety for not knowing was a constant companion.
Our house is not equipped with solar panels, a generator or a water storage tank.
When the water supply stopped running, the toilet was flushed with water from the bathtub, but how often should it be flushed?
To what extent can we trust this toilet, which was almost backed up when the water level was rising on the road in the first place?
We idled the car to charge our phones, but how long will the petrol last?
How carefully should the gas in a portable cassette stove for cooking be used?
How should we eat the food in the fridge that is not energised and the food in the pantry?
Even though they had prepared disaster reserves, they were unsure how to use them effectively and systematically.
At the same time, however, the fact that in another area close by, electricity, water and internet access existed as normal provided emotional support.
There is a sense of security that rescue can be expected in times of emergency.
After a week of being shut in, we drove beyond the muddy residential areas and along the road towards the city.
As we passed a bridge on the highway, which floods every few years, and came to an area with a petrol station and an animal shelter, the landscape suddenly changed.
There, the road surface was no longer covered in brown mud, and everyday life was the same as before.
The shopping centre where we stopped to do our evacuation shopping was bustling with Christmas shoppers. Muddy private cars parked in the car park looked out of place.
It was almost forgotten in the affected areas, but it was soon to be Christmas time.
What I can do
Coinciding with the record rainfall, one of our two cars broke down for a completely different reason.
We had to wait almost a week for the road service, which we have subscribed to for many years, to tell us that our address was a disaster area and could not be entered. It was eventually in mid-January when my husband's car was repaired and ready for use, even though we were lucky.
Nevertheless, we still have a house that we can live in as soon as the infrastructure returns and we still have one working car.
Living in the same area as the affected residents, I strongly felt that I should now be on the side of the volunteers. The fact that I was fine gave rise to a feeling of being unable to do the opposite.
However, during the week, I constantly looked for reasons to convince myself that I couldn't go to work and felt sorry for myself, so I prioritised my work (which turned out to be good, as the workplace was short-staffed for a variety of reasons).
My husband and I are both currently working two jobs, so it was unsettling to juggle going to work with just one car. It was helpful that the children's schools were on summer break and we didn't need to drop them off and pick them up.
We decided that the only thing we could do was not to accept the relief supplies that were being distributed in the immediate area, but to be on the receiving end of the supplies and to make our own way in life.
The support I could give as an individual was not a prominent enough thing.
However, it is important not to overreach yourself.
Some guests at the accommodation workplaces were unable to return home immediately after the disaster closed the roads.
Infrastructure that was restored at an unexpectedly fast pace was also only possible because of the people working there.
I want to believe that I am helping someone by doing my job.
12.10.2023
DAYS/ Tsukie Akizawa Column
Green and Gold
High School Graduation
My 17-year-old son recently graduated from high school.
The end of the school year in Australia is in December, but my son's high school finished with a graduation ceremony in late October, about a month earlier than other schools. We as parents received a rose and a letter from him at the ceremony.
As you can imagine, I was thinking back to when he was four years old, when he first started attending his preparatory year of primary school. It was somewhat emotional to think that my son, who had started school for the first time carrying a large backpack with Thomas the Locomotive on it, was finally starting on the path he had chosen for himself.
I am half anxious and half trusting, especially as we are likely to be out of the country with my husband and I, who plan to return to Japan at some point.
I want my son to act the way I want him to act in his life.
In this article, I would like to share some of the things that I, as a high school graduate in Japan, felt were different about Australian high school life.
Part-time job
Part-time work becomes possible at around age 13, although there are some differences between states. (In Japan, it is only after compulsory education is completed.)
At the age of 15, I have the impression that many children are working, even if only temporarily.
In particular, the staff of fast food restaurants are so busy that I only see high school kids and the elders who organise them, and I am indebted to them as a user of the restaurant.
Employment is most likely to be casual, but it seems to be more common to say 'find a part-time job'.
Schools do not prohibit it like in Japan, and when there is a school-related event that is expensive, such as a trip to Sydney or a ski trip to New Zealand, the teacher may say, "Now, work hard and save up for a part time job!”
When I started high school in Japan, I could have worked in a supermarket, but the school wouldn't give me permission. (I suppose other kids worked well and secretly.)
I still feel frustrated about that, so I envy the environment where I can work fairly and honestly.
It is common for CVs here to include 'references' information from previous employers, so having a part-time job at an early age can be useful for future job hunting. Work experience at a young age seems to be considered as one of one's skills.
Driver's licence
In Japan, it is rare to obtain a driving licence before graduating from high school.
However, there is a smattering of children here who practice on-road driving with the help of their parents when they reach the state-recognised age. (There are also driving schools.)
In Queensland, children can go out for road practice at the age of 16, and can try for their full licence at 17. This means that the earliest children can get a driving licence as early as grade 11.
It is encouraging to see some children driving to school when they get their licences, but on the other hand, you want to wish them well.
(Imagine. High school students who pick up several friends after school and drive to a fast-food restaurant in a hurry.)
We have not heard of schools banning them here either (perhaps there are exceptions, such as in strictly private schools), and it is easy to see that it is their (and their parents') responsibility.
Young drivers tend to have a longer beginner's mark period and higher voluntary insurance, but even so, a few parents here and there are happy that they no longer have to take their children to and from school, lessons and part-time jobs, making their lives easier.
Graduation party
High school graduation parties are probably best known for the US prom, but they are also celebrated with great fanfare in Australia, where they are called 'formals'.
This year, our son will participate from our home, I had heard some informations from a senior mum about this formal.
For example,
if a man and a woman are attending as a pair, the man should have a corsage with matching flowers,
or a limousine (LIMO) to get to the venue should be booked early or it will run out,
or the family should dress up even if they are not going to the venue.
I was shuddering at how much preparation was needed, but thankfully (for the parents), they said they would attend as a close-knit group rather than in pairs. No flower corsages were needed and the car was also provided by the group's parents. My son only needed a suit and shoes.
My son's school rented a convention centre where international conferences are held, and the students walked onto a blue carpet, the school's colour, instead of a red carpet, to enter the venue. They drive up to this carpet in a chauffeur-driven car, which is glamorous and looks like a car fair. In fact, some car enthusiasts seem to want to show off their cars at the formal.
The party itself was naturally alcohol-free as it was a school event, although there was a mix of 18-year-olds who could drink. We, as parents, did not see inside the venue, but it seemed to be one of the endings of their high school life and they were able to share some happy memories. After the after-party with his friends, it was midnight when I was called to pick him up.
It was also a day when I felt "even a horse's coat can be a costume" when I saw my son, who is usually so absent-minded, looking so dignified in his suit.
Gap year
Once they have graduated from high school and decided on their next higher education, they learned that it is not absolutely necessary to enrol at the same time.
Depending on the university and course of study, it is possible to delay the start of school for up to one year.
This is known as a 'gap year' and allows students to work as hard as they can to save money, travel or simply take a break before going on to higher education.
Not all students who study at universities and other institutions are recent high school graduates, but many adults and international students as well, so there may be several entry periods during the year to accommodate them.
We hear that many students leave the university in their first year here because of the difficulty of the assignments.
I think it is a 'gentle grace period' for those children who think they are not ready.
Our family will also be taking some gap year period. He is hoping to go on to further education in a more urban area rather than Cairns, so we will be looking for housing etc. slowly.
Our family moved from Ipswich to Cairns the year before our son started primary school.
I think this was the moment when we steered our lives away from the 'winery' work that had led to our permanent residence in Australia, and towards a life focused on raising our children.
In the first place, was it a coincidence that my husband and I were granted permanent residence two weeks before this son (our first child) was born?
It seems as if he was born prepared to live in Australia as a Japanese child.
We would like to loosely support him in his future life.
10.15.2023
DAYS/ Tsukie Akizawa Column
Green and Gold
Autumn furlough
1 Toyama
In September, in the lingering summer heat, I was back in Japan again.
This time it was a girls' trip for my daughter and me.
The only places we visited were Osaka, where the plane arrives and departs, and Toyama, my parents' home.
After graduating from high school, I left my parents' home for further education.
I only went south from Hokuriku to Tokai, but the Japanese Alps in between were unexpectedly high, and I had more than a little culture shock.
From the Sea of Japan side, where cloudy skies are the order of the day, to the Pacific side, where there are clearly more sunny days.
From a prefecture where the number of TV channels finally increased to three commercial stations when I moved out, to a prefecture where all stations were originally available.
From the area of my parents' house, which was at the edge of the city and the prefecture, with nothing but rice paddies and factories, to the prefectural capital, which is somewhat bustling even at the edge of the city.
In the past, it has been my husband's parents' home where we have decided to stay longer during our furloughs from Australia. This is because it is the area where we got married and it is easy to make plans to see friends.
I remember staying for about a week when my mother passed away.
However, it was unusual for me to stay at my parents' house in Toyama for ten days.
It is not that my family is not close.
In fact, I think we are on the better side.
This time is a rare chance for me to spend a long time with my own family, whom I was born and raised with, something I have not been able to do before.
2 Buddist vegetarian cuisine
I didn't have any specific plans, but I knew where I wanted to go in Toyama.
The information came from watching a video website.
We were born and raised in an old Japanese house.
It no longer exists as it was demolished when I was a university student, but in that house our family held many Buddhist services.
At Buddhist ceremonies, even children of a certain age are served a full meal.
The food served was a meatless vegetarian meal, but the three-coloured kuzukiri (kudzu starch noodles) that always appeared with the meal was impressive because of its sweet sauce. Although the meals were similar to vegetarian food, the kuzukiri had never appeared on the table.
The video website introduced dishes such as that three-coloured kuzukiri, as well as itokoni(vegetables boiled in miso), yogoshi(A dish of boiled vegetables chopped finely and stir-fried with miso.) and filled ganmodoki(deep-fried tofu mixed with thinly sliced vegetables). These dishes are said to be vegetarian dishes unique to the Tonami region.
They are said to be served in an old house restaurant.
I had given up on being able to eat the food unless I attended the Buddhist memorial service, but I could go to this restaurant and enjoy it. I didn't want to miss this chance.
My sisters also seemed interested.
3 Farmhouse Restaurant OHKADO
At lunchtime on a weekday, my two sisters and I, who had combined our days off, visited an antique restaurant in a dispersed village.
The map showed a location in the middle of a rice field, which made us a little uneasy, but the Ohkado Somen Museum stood next to our destination, so we parked the car, relieved that it was probably on a route for tourists to visit.
I remember that my mother used to give me this Ohkado somen after I started living alone. This somen is too long as it is, so it needs to be broken when boiling,
I only realised then that it was a speciality of Tonami City.
I had been mistaken for a long time, as there is also a region called Daimon(using same Kanji word) in Toyama Prefecture.
Upon entering the restaurant, the interior is a converted dwelling that evokes a sense of nostalgia.
We were seated at a table and chairs arranged on tatami mats with a view of the garden.
At lunchtime, you can enjoy traditional dishes without meat.
There were many dishes that my sisters and I, who have lived in the countryside, enjoyed, such as Ohkado somen and yubeshi, as well as the three-coloured kuzukiri, which we were looking for.
Yubeshi is an agar dish called yubisu in my family.
It is a soy sauce-based soup with beaten egg, hardened with agar. Dried shiitake mushrooms are used to make the broth, which is also used as a garnish as it is. This dish can be deliciously chilled in the fridge during the hot summer months and left indoors during the winter months.
My mother's yubisu contained shredded ginger, which accentuated it. I thought again that it was my mother's recipe, as it was not in the restaurant Yubeshi.
The meal was also accompanied by matcha salt tempura, which added a touch of glamour.
Would there have been tempura at the memorial service?
However, vegetable tempura is a dish that my mother used to make, so this lunch resulted in more talk about my mother's cooking in memory of us.
The traditional dishes that my mother used to make, such as yubisu, kaburazushi(Narezushi of amberjack and turnip) and namasu(dish of raw fish and vegetables seasoned in vinegar), have apparently been taken over by my younger sister.
While enjoying the dishes, I wanted to learn my mother's taste in due course.
4 AZUMADACHI
The layout of the old private house restaurant was very similar to the Japanese house we grew up in.
When you enter the house from the customer entrance, there is a hall and a Buddhist room on the left-hand side. The part facing the garden is a series of antechamber-like rooms of two to three tatami mats, which were actually places for monks to rest during Buddhist services.
The restaurant's website mentions the term 'azumadachi'.
It is said to be a form of traditional house often found in the Tonami Plain.
An internet search shows a facility called the Tonami Dispersed Village Museum, which has a floor plan, which is quite similar to the layout of the first floor of this traditional building.
The Buddhist room was decorated with a magnificent altar, typical of Toyama Prefecture, the alcove to the left of the altar was also the same.
My parents' house had a large hall of about 20 tatami mats, and I remember running around in it as if it were an indoor playground when we were small children.
Our 'birthplace' is no longer there, but seeing such a traditional house that still exists today brought back fond memories, and the three sisters could not stop chattering.
5 Everyday life
The purpose of the trip was for my daughter to experience a Japanese junior high school.
It lasted four days, but we were accepted at a busy time between the club's rookie competition and the 14-year-old's challenge (work experience).
I travelled with my daughter to school and back, my father asked me for a small errand, my nephew proudly cooked pasta for me, and I cooked dinner with my sisters.
I was able to spend time focusing on 'everyday life'.
I was again surprised by the Toyama dialect on the radio, and I tried my best to speak in the local language. I think I had forgotten a lot of it, but it still seemed new to my daughter.
Being exposed to the atmosphere of "my hometown" reminded me of my roots.
I was also a little nervous when I came into contact with Japanese schools.
(The rule for pedestrians was to walk on the right side of the road, wasn't it?)
What did I think when I lived in Japan?
With these thoughts in mind, I am conscious that I am Japanese after all and will probably return to this country.
8.5.2023
DAYS/ Tsukie Akizawa Column
Green and Gold
The job of housekeeping
1.
Housekeeping
Hearing these words,
"Oh, you mean the people who clean the accommodation."
How many of you can immediately understand it?
At least when I first heard it I thought it was a family accounting thing, and I only started using the term when I was in the position of a hotel room cleaner myself.
(Cairns is a tourist destination, so many people understand it...)
Yes, everyone seems to know about it, but it is a surprisingly unknown job.
That is housekeeping.
Housekeeping is essentially a repetitive job.
It can be said that they are professionals in repetitive tasks.
'Cleaning is my job.'
This is easily confused with.
For example, if the cleaning is done by a contractor at the time of vacating a rental, the dirt accumulated by each individual from their own use must be restored to a state where the next tenant can move in comfortably. There will be a lot of work to remove the dirt while minimising damage to the equipment, using a variety of chemicals, tools and techniques, depending on the situation.
The type of work you sometimes see on Japanese Youtube videos (or maybe that's just me).
Housekeeping cleaning, however, is the same, up to the point where "staff will clean up areas where each individual has made their own mess", but always in the same place and with a finer frequency of intervention.
In hotels, this is daily, and even in the type of accommodation where the guests clean the rooms, regular cleaning should take place once a week.
This frequency prevents the build-up of dirt.
Sometimes I am asked about effective cleaning methods for stubborn stains etc., but I cannot give a very useful answer.
If I had to say, "If you clean it all the time, I think you'll be fine".
If we could do that, we wouldn't all be in trouble.
2.
My experience as housekeeping staff includes six and a half years at an exclusive hotel, several times assisting as temporary staff at three different hotels, a few months assisting at a backpacker inn, and nearly two years at the accommodation for people receiving medical care, where I currently work.
If you've never actually worked on a job, it probably won't ring a bell, so I'll give you a brief rundown of one day when I was working in a hotel.
First thing in the morning, you receive a list of the rooms you will be responsible for today.
(In the hotel where I worked, it was a one-man cleaning crew.)
The number of rooms allocated to you per day can go up or down, but it is around 12 to 14 rooms. This number is a mixture of rooms that have been checked out and rooms that are in use, as the hotel also cleans rooms that are in use every day (I am told in the industry that the standard is five hours for 12 rooms). The rooms that have already been checked out are prioritised and cleaned as they go along.
Cleaning includes disposing of dirty items, vacuuming and dusting, polishing bathrooms, checking that equipment such as televisions is in good working order, making beds and preparing towels for the next group of guests. If you don't have enough sheets or towels on hand, you have to prompt them, and if you don't have enough papers or cups in the room, you have to run around to get them.
Once all the rooms are in order, the day is finally over.
Neatly and without mistakes so that there are no complaints from guests. But also to finish as much as possible within the indicated time so that there are no complaints from the management.
With all these conflicting demands on our shoulders, we have to repeat the same work every day for as many rooms as possible, so it is no wonder that we are professionals at repetitive tasks.
As you can see, the chemicals used for cleaning are specific to each hotel, so this is not the same as a 'let's try this new chemical for this stain' type of cleaning.
It is an environment where people can face each day with a new spirit, with no work to take home, but the repetitive tasks are physical, so they come slowly to the body. Only a few people would not complain of chronic pain in their arms, palms, back and knees. They are also in the hospitality industry and may receive harsh words from guests.
It is a job that requires both physical and mental strength, as it is completely behind the scenes of the hotel, but also requires good customer service.
3.
When I resigned from the hotel, I knew I would not go back to housekeeping.
Because I had set myself the challenge of increasing what I could do each day to see how clean I could get it done in time, I felt that I had done all I could do and that I was tired of doing physical labour already.
However, at the temporary employment agency that I registered with for a bridge job, all I was introduced to were housekeeping jobs, despite the fact that I had obtained a licence to handle alcohol so that I could be called for food and beverage work.
I thought about how I had become a lanky person during the periods when I was not physically active. When I was at the hotel, I was so thin that my parents were worried about me, so gaining some weight was not a problem, but when I thought back to the days when I was racy and moving, I felt like I had become self-defeating.
And because it was decided that, unlike hotels where entertainment is the main focus, medical accommodation is more in the public interest, I eventually returned to housekeeping work, which I continue to do to this day.
'Every day, while cleaning the shower booths.
'Why do I keep doing this job?'
I think.
I am not the type of person who exercises spontaneously, so it could be 'because I can exercise while earning an income' or 'because I like repetitive, simple tasks'.
Cleaning work is 'easy to see the rewards' because the results are visible as long as you do it, and 'I might be able to help people who are recuperating'.
And my housekeeping colleagues are always kind.
The actual workload is about 3-4 hours a day, so it is less physically demanding than in hotels, but it is difficult to live on this alone. Therefore, I also have another job twice a week. This is another physical job, which is also quite hard.
However, both are behind-the-scenes jobs that society cannot run smoothly without someone else doing them.
I find myself thinking, "That's why I work," and I find myself being a pain in the ass.
When I was in the hotel, the words "I have to quit" were constantly in my head as I wiped the window sashes, but at the moment I'm asking myself, "Why am I still doing this job?" I think I will continue with my current housekeeping job for a while longer.
6.10.2023
DAYS/ Tsukie Akizawa Column
Green and Gold
Happenings met in Japan
1. Yokohama's banned uncle
For two and a half weeks from the end of March, we a family of four travelled to Japan for the first time in five years with our two middle and high school children.
We went around Osaka and Nara, Kanazawa and Toyama, Tokyo and Yokohama, Gifu and Aichi, and then back to Cairns, and had some interesting experiences during that intense time.
Firstly, I would like to write about the man I met in Yokohama.
On our way from Tokyo to Gifu, we visited our friends living in Yokohama.
A couple of friends run a takoyaki (octopus dumplings) restaurant that serves alcohol, and they opened their restaurant earlier than usual to accommodate our arrival time and waited for us.
‘It's been a long time’
‘I feel at home here by the river’
While we were chatting and eating delicious takoyaki, a man wandered up on a bicycle.
'Can I have a pint of draught beer?'
He ordered, and spoke to us as a matter of course.
At first he talked about this area of Yokohama.
I tried my best to listen to him, thinking that it was a rare opportunity to meet a local person, but he gradually began to talk more and more about himself, saying things like 'during the war, my parents, my siblings...'.
He then began to talk about how his family used to go abroad, perhaps because of the location of Yokohama,
“We are from overseas too”
But he didn't respond to my words and didn't stop talking about himself.
At first I think we were all listening, but then I realised I was the only one facing to him.
'My brother and sister were born in different countries and I still don't know what my own parents did for a living (grin).'
When it comes to the story, is it finally getting bad?
Just when I was getting worried that he might not let me go, my friend interrupted me and said, "Give us a break".
My friend said that he was a famous banned uncle in the neighbourhood.
He has been rejected after putting on a one-man show of stories that may or may not be false or true in various restaurants.
Well, was he happy because I was listening the story seriously?
I was impressed by the way he spoke very vividly.
Although it was interesting to meet someone unusual, I have to say that it was still a pity that the time I spent rejoicing in seeing my friend was much shorter because of it.
2. Capsule Hotel
In Nagoya, we had arranged to meet up with some friends from our university days.
We were a group of six good friends who attended a small university in Gifu.
Usually scattered across the Kanto, Chugoku and Tokai regions, they gathered together on the occasion of my temporary return to Japan.
With six of us, it has been difficult for all of us to get together at once, due to our different life stages and simple lack of schedules.
I was also unable to attend the wedding (due to lack of money at the time), or to participate in the trips to Takayama and Hong Kong.
When was the last time we all got together?
'When we say goodbye, it's always as if we'll see each other again tomorrow.'
It has been a long time since we last talked like that.
It can't be helped that someone is missing, let's rejoice that we are now getting together.
I think that was the feeling.
This time, however, all six could meet together, as we had long hoped.
The team that lived far from home decided to stay in Nagoya.
‘I've heard there is a good place to stay’
A friend who lives in Nagoya introduced us to a "capsule hotel with various facilities".
It was the type of accommodation where a variety of things were provided without the need to bring anything, such as a free 'big bath', soft drinks, alcohol in the evening hours, rice and miso soup, etc.
Despite the fact that capsule hotels are a unique and unusual form of accommodation in Japan, none of us had ever stayed in one, and neither had my friend who introduced us this accomodation.
Sounds interesting!"
So we booked it for three people, but on the day we checked in and only found out the truth.
We were not allowed to talk in the sleeping area where the capsules are located!
This is a place where other users do not know when other users are sleeping 24 hours a day.
Please be quiet!
Moreover, after seeing the capsule, my friend and I confessed to each other that we were "claustrophobic". (When we got inside the capsule, it was surprisingly okay.)
The cooler we got, the more we wondered why we booked it.
My friend from Nagoya, who asked me for a good place to stay, is self-employed and travels all over the country. I believe that she may have introduced it to me as convenient for her.
At the booking stage, everyone was flabbergasted, including me.
'You got accommodation? Good, good, relief."
It couldn't be helped.
Seeking a place to stay, we move to the floor where drinks and snacks are available, but is it a wake? It is so quiet that you would think it was a wake. Wearing loungewear and holding the drink or snack they want in one hand, the visitors wander around on their own. We are a group of three among them. The smell of cigarettes wafts from the smoking room at the back.
Basically, the overwhelming majority of customers use the area alone, so lively group customers seemed to be shunned. We speak in a mosquito-like voice.
The locker room and the main bathroom were normal places to talk, but not places to stay for long, right?
We had gathered here to talk endlessly, but were forbidden to do so. We reflected on the fact that we would never use a capsule room except for solo travellers, and our expectations for the 'adult excursion (Noritake Forest and planetarium)' scheduled for the following day grew.
3. Souvenirs
The final part of a trip to Japan is the luggage!
Sending cardboard boxes of clothes, books, food and other items from my husband's parents' house to the airport post office in advance and getting them on the plane is the most important mission every time.
When the children were small, toys were added to the boxes, so there were sometimes 10 boxes in total.
This time, as well, I first prepared five cardboard boxes and checked the post office website, and to my surprise, the airport branch had disappeared.
I had never used it before, but I knew it existed, a private luggage collection service counter.
This one was open and I was able to specify the address. What a relief. I was able to pick up my baggage free of charge and, at the end of the day, I was able to buy an extra cardboard box to put the souvenirs I would buy at the airport.
Okay, now we're going shopping! But there are no 'shops'!
Convenience stores, souvenir shops, bookshops, 100-yen shops and various speciality shops were there five years ago.
All this and more during the pandemic,
Oh, dear, oh dear,
Almost all shops were closed.
It was not a case of hesitating to buy souvenirs at the Shinkansen kiosks because they would become luggage for the journey.
At the baggage claim counter, packing tape was also sold in sets with boxes, perhaps because the 100s shops had gone?
Barely found was a convenience store and one pharmacy each between the areas under construction.
The pharmacy had a small amount of souvenirs.
I finally saw the light at the pharmacy, as I had been careless and thought I could just buy souvenirs at the airport.
4. the very last
Okay, the luggage is ready.
Let's check it in!
The Jetstar counter is..,
Where's the Jetstar counter?
It's not here.
The electronic board shows that our flight is marked C2 or something.
What was that? Did KIX have a Terminal 2?
Are low-cost airliners going there?
To get to Terminal 2 at Kansai International Airport, passengers had to take a free private bus.
To get to the bus stop, we took the lift down to the ground level and walked a little.
When the bus arrived there, we unloaded six cardboard boxes and two suitcases from the cart and placed them on the bus.
Once off the bus, we picked up the cart again, reloaded our luggage and went inside Terminal 2.
Woman: 'I don't see any Jetstar counters here.'
“[......]"
Returned to bus stop at Terminal 2. Long queue. Everyone's luggage was compact.
We had given up hope of getting on the first bus, but there was a man who took care of us and told us to get on and load our luggage too.
Thank you, you have saved us from the depths of despair.
Thank you.
Here, family unity was put to the test.
No one complains and did our job.
Those who were standing where the luggage could be placed are asked to give up some of their space.
The bus returned to Terminal 1.
Then we take our luggage off the bus again. We pick up the cart that I thought we had left behind earlier and put it back on. Take the lift back to the departure hall of Terminal 1 again.
Would we have lost nearly an hour?
By then, the Jetstar sign appeared at counter C and there was a queue of passengers waiting to be accepted.
I know that it was a move we did not have to make.
I was just relieved that we made it in time.
I had a meaningful time on this trip to Japan.
I was impressed by the Japanese food I ate as soon as I got off the plane, was overwhelmed by the number of foreign tourists at tourist attractions but felt a sense of familiarity, walked around without a face mask with a sense of excitement, and managed to make it to the cherry blossom season. We made a shared album of photos taken by each of the four family members, rode the limited express Shirasagi with just the children, ate a whole of a snow crab each, Ghibli, Akihabara, supporting my fave, family and friends.
We had a few spicy experiences, but it will all be memories later.
Now, let's get back to our daily life in Cairns.
4.10.2023
DAYS/ Tsukie Akizawa Column
Green and Gold
At Cairns International Airport
1. temporary return to my country
I am in the boarding area at Cairns International Airport with my family, waiting for the time to board the plane.
Today is the last day of the children's first term, but I have informed the school that we will start the holiday one day earlier and start the second term two days later.
We think we have made a hard-working schedule that doesn't miss much school, which is a common trend in Australia.
This is the first time in about five years for our family to visit Japan, as our plans to return temporarily in 2020 have turned out to be a mirage!
Excited, thrilled and slightly anxious.
When we last returned to Japan, my daughter was in the third grade and my son was in the first year of junior high school.
Five years on, of course, my daughter is now in the second year of junior high school and my son is now in the third year of high school.
I am a little troubled to think that I have spent so much time in Australia at an age when they have clear memories of the country.
2. Boarding area
After completing check-in procedures, they went through the baggage check and then followed the departure procedures.
I was amazed at the mechanised departure procedures and was reminded of the growth of the children, who are already able to complete the procedures on their own.
One of my son's friends travels alone on domestic journeys with plane connections, while another child is studying in the UK and has taken an international flight alone.
You were able to ride the limited express train "Shirasagi" with just the children!
I don't think they are young enough to be praised for this, but they are a very boxy bunch, so please forgive me if my emotional boiling point is low.
After immigration formalities, the direction in which to proceed is through the duty-free shop. Once through there, there are only three souvenir shops and one café left to wait.
I think there used to be a sushi roll shop, but was that in a major city airport ......?
I only come here occasionally and my memory is hazy.
In the only café, there was a constant queue of people wanting coffee and snacks, and we were the first to get in line.
Even though international travel has become active again, the souvenir shops that remain closed make you realise that there was a pandemic in the intervening years. I had never even set foot in a shop that sold sheepskin mats and UGG boots (warm boots made from wool), but I was selfish enough to think that they were not there, and I wanted to see their products.
When the children were young, I bought picture books, children's books and drawing books from the bookshop here to prepare them for their time on board.
It was also a long time ago that we prepared candy for them to lick during take-off and landing so that they would be able to pull their ears out, and that they would run and wriggle around in the open air until just before boarding to tire themselves out and fall asleep more easily on board.
Now, everyone is ready to kill time on their own, making use of their own smartphones and devices. By the way, I am writing essays and taking photos here, as you can see.
3. Coins from other countries
When I come to the airport, there is one thing I always do.
That is to donate coins from other countries.
When I was working as a housekeeper in a hotel, the natural collection was foreign coins, which I had to deal with.
It is money and I want to do it properly, but there is no effective way to use it.
Finding people from each country and giving them away was also a tedious task. It was then that I found a destination for the coins at the airport.
It was a donation box in the boarding area.
Not only Australian dollars, but money from many other countries was normally in there. Every time I went back to Japan, I decided to put the money here.
This time, for my first international trip in five years, I still had coins with me that had nowhere else to go. Just before the pandemic, I quit my job at the hotel itself, so it wasn't a huge amount.
I put them in a donation box just now and finally got the weight off my shoulders.
When I looked at where the donation was going, it said 'Flying Doctor'.
It is a service that uses air routes to transport people with sudden illnesses in remote areas where there are no hospitals nearby.
I think it's a small amount of coin, but I'm happy if it helps someone, even if it's just a little bit.
It's also a great way to feel like you've done something useful while travelling.
If you are a traveller with some Australian dollars left over, it might be a good idea to make a small donation at the end of your trip.
Now it's almost boarding time.
I am going to enjoy myself now so that I can tell a good souvenir story to my friends and staff at work who sent me off with a "Have a safe trip"!
I've heard that the cherry blossoms in Japan are already in full bloom, so I'll have to wait until I arrive to see if I can make it.
2.8.2023
DAYS/ Tsukie Akizawa Column
Green and Gold
barefoot
1. Easy Going
The other day, a woman came into the supermarket to do her shopping and said, 'It's so cold'.
It is midsummer in Cairns, so it is hot outside, and inside the supermarket where the food is sold, the air conditioning works that much better. Our children are cold and bring long sleeves when shopping, even in summer. I wondered if she was the same and casually looked at her feet to see she was barefoot. I'm sorry, but if you feel the cold floor directly on your feet, it's no wonder you're cold.
I held back the part where I wanted to point this out.
Barefoot may be a culture in Australia, especially in Cairns, where it is always summer.
With a free swimming pool in the city centre, it is a common sight to see people walking around the city in rough clothes such as swimming costumes and bare tops, and many people also wear sandals on their feet. Some are even barefoot. I don't think it's that they don't have the money to buy shoes.
Why?
I don't have any expert knowledge on the subject, but it is not at all surprising in a country where people are said to have an easy-going spirit.
The scene of barefoot, shoe-wearing and sandal-wearing people mingling in the streets seems to symbolise a place where you can live without having to stand on your elbows.
Does it bother you so much that I'm barefoot? It doesn't matter either way. Some might even say.
It doesn't matter if you are an adult, a child or a person of any gender if you walk barefoot outside.
A search for 'barefoot in Australia' yields a lot of interesting articles and images. Many Japanese are surprised and say 'huh'.
On the other hand, during working hours, it may be stipulated that footwear must be worn at all times.
Wearing work boots for personal safety is probably at the top of the list, but once at my workplace I was explicitly told that accidents while I was shoeless would not be covered by my on-the-job insurance.
That was when I was working as a housekeeper in a hotel, and although the job did not involve carrying very heavy items, they may have been concerned that I might fall over with my shoes off.
It is natural to want to take off footwear when it is free time, especially if you are told not to take it off at work.
I thought back to how it is in Japan.
Whenever I go outside for a moment, whether on the balcony or not, I always have some footwear with me. That was the case at least until 20 years ago that I can remember.
The house I grew up in was an old Japanese house and the toilet was on the other side of the family entrance. So I always wore sandals when I went to the toilet, and in connection with toilets, I even had my own slippers in the small bathroom in the flat I moved into as a university student.
I think the awareness of not wanting to get my feet dirty was ingrained in me without my knowing it.
Even though Australia is a tolerant country where no one cares if you come barefoot to the supermarket for shopping, there are still places where you will be refused entry. It is not possible to enter high-end restaurants with dress codes, and for safety reasons, even DIY shops will reject you.
I don't know how it happened, but my husband once drove the car, unusually barefoot, even though we weren't going to the sea, and got out and tried to enter a DIY shop. He got out and tried to enter the DIY shop, and was refused entry by the staff stationed at the entrance, who told him to put on his footwear again.
He hurried to a nearby supermarket, bought a pair of flip-flops and got away with it, but it was a moment that put the brakes on his careless head on his day off.
It was also a moment when I felt I had been living in Australia for a long time.
2. In the case of children
The top thing that children forget at their friends' houses and other places where they go to play is their footwear.
I always make sure they don't forget their bags with swimming gear, water bottles, devices, etc., but often they would have a bit of fun at the end of the day and get into the car barefoot.
On days when I thought I wouldn't forget them today, the next time we were saying goodbye and the parents were talking to each other and I realised that my child was back to barefoot, I couldn't blame them.
'Did you put your shoes on?' has become a watchword for both the receiving and the picking-up parties.
On days when they go directly from school to a friend's house, if they forget to do so, "I don't have shoes for school tomorrow!" This can cause a situation.
In such cases, I asked the parents to leave the forgotten shoes at the front door, so that I could stop by and change them on the way to school.
It's not easy for parents to make ends meet, really.
It is a very common feeling for children to play outside barefoot, and even if they initially wear them in the park or garden, they find themselves taking them off. In my opinion, it is a wisdom of life not to buy them expensive ones, because if they forget them in the park, etc., they are unlikely to find them.
Even in the kindergarten my daughter attended, looking back at the photos again, she played barefoot.
However, this all changed when they entered primary school.
They are taught to wear shoes from around 9am to 3pm.
The youngest child was only four and a half years old.
In the early grades, some children spend more time sitting on the floor than sitting on chairs in the classroom, and I hear that some children throw tantrums because they want to take their shoes off.
The preparatory year is also a time for children to gradually get used to these rules.
Even I wear shoes to work, but as soon as I get into the car to go home, I change into the sandals I always have with me. I don't go barefoot, but it's good for my feet to feel a sense of freedom that the work is done.
I remember that when I was in primary school, there was a period of 'barefoot exercise' in the warmer months, when we could go barefoot on the school grounds and in the graveled courtyard. Walking on the gravel was as painful as a foot mat, but I remember it was fun.
The liberating feeling of barefoot will sometimes also be felt 'earthing', connecting with the earth. The benefit of being barefoot as a child, when the senses are sensitive, was something that was recognised in Japanese school education.
However, our family has always forbidden children to go barefoot when walking in town.
This is because there are often dangerous objects on the ground, such as pieces of broken alcohol bottles. This may seem a little overprotective, but we believe it will help them to become more aware of the dangers.
3. Aren't you barefoot?
I have only been sarcastic once because I was wearing sandals.
It happened at a playgroup (a playgroup for pre-school children).
There is a facility that is used by different playgroups on different days from Monday to Friday, and I usually joined the Japanese playgroup there.
One day, a woman I met was the leader of another day of the week and invited me to come and play.
The group was made up of people who shared her educational policy, which calls for a natural approach, and only toys made of wood and other natural materials were allowed to play with. The group seemed to enjoy kneading bread dough together at the beginning and eating the baked bread for lunch. I also felt a sense of familiarity because I bake bread at home.
When we went to play, she knew where the plastic toys were and she wanted to open them and I had to do my best to stop her and invite her to play outside.
In the process, a woman asked, "Is this a group where anyone is allowed to come?" I heard a woman's voice asking the question, clearly aware of my presence.
It seemed to be the rule that parents and children were to spend time barefoot at the place, and I didn't know this, and I had been wearing sandals the whole time. It could have looked like someone who refused to go barefoot and connect with nature had blundered into the group.
I joined the group out of interest, but realised early on that it was too demanding for my family, so her question was a good start and I decided to leave before lunch was served.
I have had books on education policies that this group shares for some time, but have never been able to put them into practice in real life.
My only experience of rejection for not going barefoot was also a reaffirming experience that perhaps I was in a slightly different group in terms of orientation to my family, who lived a life surrounded by so-called toys and showing television.
4. Thickness of the skin of the foot
When I temporarily returned to Japan and was blessed with the opportunity to play with my friend's children
'They really go barefoot, don't they?'
I was told. There was an interesting contrast between my friend's two children playing on the playground equipment with their shoes on and my two children playing barefoot. I think they all eventually played barefoot.
When I see children playing in Cairns parks in their footwear, especially if they are in full socks and sneakers, I wonder "Are they tourists?". Recently, my child's age has increased and the opportunities to go to the park have decreased dramatically, and due to the pandemic restrictions, I haven't seen any travellers for a while.
It makes me feel warm and fuzzy to think that there will be more opportunities for local children and travelling children to cross paths again in the future.
And so on and so forth, but I have to confess that we are not quite there yet. We have to confess that we have not yet reached that level, as the barefooters here seem to be able to walk on hot roads and seem to be fine with even the slightest obstacle.
In fact, the thickness of the skin on their feet may be one of the factors that will help them survive in the coming survival race.
If that is the case, then I would be able to walk on the artificial grass in the garden and say, "Hot! Hot!" I still have a lot of training to do.
12.15.2022
DAYS/ Tsukie Akizawa Column
Green and Gold
Busy December to realise
1. Second job
This time a year ago, I had more time on my hands.
My new job at the time was cleaning accommodation for people and their families who had come from remote areas to receive medical care in Cairns.
Having cleaned hotel rooms for six and a half years, I always had the impression that cleaning jobs were always short-staffed, but at this workplace, you only need to work for three or four hours to finish a day's work.
Fellow cleaning staff also basically leave after three hours. Of course, there are days when the workload is heavy, but they finish in a short time by making creative arrangements, such as carrying over the work to the next day.
The minimum working hours per day in Australia are set at three hours. I was indeed told during the interview that I would get at least three hours, but I failed to listen.
This may be a consideration because the work is intensive and physically demanding, so the hours are short but exhausting (everyone's age is older than mine).
However, if the job ends up in town at lunchtime, it is a problem because I would have been there to earn money, but I am inclined towards spending it.
So I spent the first half of this year searching for a second job, on the condition that weekday mornings were not allowed, and eventually got a job in the fruit and vegetable department of a supermarket.
In this job, you get a chunk of time, 6-7 hours at a time.
The working days were two or three days a week, and on days when there was also cleaning work to be done, the total working hours would exceed 10 hours, but there was variety, with some weekends and only one job of a day or the other.
This work combination had the advantage that it was easier to make plans to go out for lunch with friends or to go for a haircut when I was working and still free. With the increased income, I could also be more comfortable with these kinds of expenses.
I thought things had finally settled down.
2. Acceleration
When I was feeling stable, the head of the department in the supermarket changed.
As is often the case in Australia, many people leaving for reasons other than work, such as moving or simply wanting to change careers. It is felt that this tends to be particularly common on the management side.
In the case of ordinary staff, some occasionally return to the same workplace. And I have heard stories of people repeatedly quitting and returning again, but that is rare indeed. ......
Around that time the manpower became a bit thin and my working days increased to three or four days a week. If someone suddenly called in sick, I'd get calls like 'can you work today?' Or asking if I could bring forward my working hours.
Many days I work full on in the morning, which is hard on my sober mind. However, it is also distressing because it is I who then have to go to work and be troubled by the workload.
It is good to have a job for hire in Australia, where the minimum wage is one of the highest in the world.
On a different note, perhaps because he read my essay here, I received an invitation from an acquaintance earlier this year, "Would you like to do some writing work for me?"
It was a job where the subject was searched for and then talked about, and it was at this odd time of year that a candidate was finally found.
The free time that had been available up to that point was used to prepare applications, schedule interviews for them, and to do some thinking in front of a MacBook.
To say truth, I had always thought that a writing job would be "nice", albeit vaguely.
I like writing and expressing myself, having created my own website and written for diary sites and blogs since I arrived in Australia 20 years ago.
When I was in secondary school, we had a class where we had to present what we wanted to be in the future and I chose to be an editor.
As a child, I loved reading idol magazines and band music magazines, especially music magazines, which often included editorial statements in addition to the usual artist articles, which seemed fun.
However, when I chose 'editor' but saw the sentence 'highly competitive', I used it for my presentation but quit actually going for it.
Basically, I didn't like that kind of competition.
So when I was invited to write, I was happy and wanted to work on it because I enjoyed the content.
Of course, when I was invited to write an essay for this Stay Salty last year, I was very happy and nervous at the same time.
I have rarely had my writing appear in other people's areas, and it took courage to hand over my photos to someone who works in design.
Nevertheless, I find it interesting that the direction of effort is decentralised, using the physical body for cleaning and putting out goods and the mind for writing.
3. And greeting cards.
Writing another thing, I wanted to have a booth at the local weekend market. For sale would be handmade greeting cards, printed with children's drawings.
They are mainly all-around items, with writing such as "Happy birthday", "Merry Christmas", "Thank you", etc., or with no lettering.
I thought there might not be enough variety, so I decided to make some of the photos I have taken so far.
The card activity was something that I had been wishing I could do for two years, but had not been able to carry out. It was only at this time, when I was still busy, that I was able to actually put it into action, with the encouragement of various courageous people.
It was difficult to get a reservation for a sales booth at the weekend market, and I only had more cards on hand waiting for their turn, but I finally got a booth at the 'Christmas Craft Market' in the middle of this month.
When I visited this craft market last month, I felt that many of the booths were more amateurish than those at the weekend market.
I was worried that I wouldn't be able to produce a professional-like display, so now that the threshold has been lowered, I feel I can simply enjoy this activity, which is part of my hobby.
I am currently at the climax of my busyness and I have no choice but to write this month's essay about it, but it is all thanks to my family that I am in this state.
Children are able to take care of themselves in their own way and can be asked to do some housework.
I am particularly grateful to my husband, who continues to work a steady full-time job and cooks us a delicious meal every night.
He also worries about my health.
My definition of 'busy' includes time to recover my physical fitness from physical work, so I have even less time, but I am grateful for the present, where I can focus on being 'busy' without feeling guilty about such things.
I'm conscious that it's now time to be a bit overwhelmed, and I want to enjoy that.
And.
When the year's up, it's my holidays!
HAVE A WONDERFUL FESTIVE SEASON!!
11.7.2022
DAYS/ Tsukie Akizawa Column
Green and Gold
Mango season
1. Eat for the first time
Pre-ordering of mangoes for home delivery to Japan by well-known gift shops has started again this year.
When I see this advertising message, I think to myself.
"Oh, it's already the season for year-end gifts".
I am reminded of this.
At the same time, supermarkets have begun to stock early season varieties.
And the big mango trees in the neighbourhood have so many green berries hanging in bells that the wild little animals are probably waiting for them to ripen.
When I moved to Australia, mangoes and avocados were not yet commonly available foods in Japan.
Therefore, when I saw them in grocery stores here, I would pick them up with trepidation.
That's what I get when I buy an avocado thinking it's a fruit.
'It's not sweet.'
I was at a loss as I didn't know how to eat it.
At the time, I didn't know that avocados were delicious when added to natto (fermented soy beans) or sushi rolls. It was a waste of money, I think now.
As for mangoes, I had eaten dried mangoes as a child.
They were a family souvenir from the Philippines and were the thick-fleshed, semi-raw type. The surface was covered with a white powder, and I remember how frustrating it was when I got a bad one and all I could see were streaks.
I liked the sweet and sour dried mangoes and ate them often, but I never had the chance to eat fresh mangoes in Japan.
I no longer remember the first time I ate them here, but I'm pretty sure I cut them in a grid pattern and turned them over.
I think it was delicious.
2. Mango tree at home.
When I lived in a house in Ipswich, there was a mango tree in the backyard.
The neighbouring tree, where a couple on their golden wedding anniversary lived, was huge and magnificent, as if symbolising their history.
Alongside, ours had not been planted very long and was a small tree, about my height, with only a couple of berries.
But they grew so deliciously that I once covered them with a plastic bag until they were ripe, to prevent possums and bats from eating them.
Some of the berries ripened deliciously as they were, and some must have been nibbled out of the bag.
I thought that humans are not the only ones who have an obsession with good food, and at the same time I felt frustrated that if I had used a hard plastic container to put them in, they would not have been eaten.
I am more obsessive than you.
In Cairns, when we lived in a townhouse, there was a large tree on the other side of the backyard fence.
It was so overgrown that it covered the roof of our house, so when I was sleeping at night
Gong, gong!
and at times the sound of mangoes falling and hitting the roof could be heard.
When I went out to the backyard the next morning, I found mangoes lying around in various states, from crushed from the impact of the fall to those that had retained their beautiful shape.
A treasure trove for me.
This was a blessing in disguise and I carefully selected and harvested the ones in good condition.
The bad ones I threw over the fence.
There are trees on the other side to begin with, and there is no problem with the Seasonal Creek, which becomes a river when it rains and is managed by the city, just in case.
When harvested in inedible quantities, peel and freeze them.
The frozen ones are useful when making sweets such as mango pudding, rather than eating them as they are. Some people might put them in smoothies, but I feel like it's a waste to lose them in an instant, so I turn them into sweets.
Well, when you make it into sweets, it's still a blink of an eye. ......
However, sweet or not, I am the only one who eats mangoes in my family.
Where the children were never interested in them in the first place, they hated them when they were made to help clean under the mango trees at school. They said the smell of the crushed and fermented mangoes was too strong.
If you live in Cairns, there are mango trees everywhere, so I suspect that a certain number of children have developed a dislike for them through this experience.
Mangoes have a strong presence both during flowering, when they release their distinctive fragrance, and when they bear fruit.
3. At Japan
By the way, when I lived in a house with mangoes falling on the roof, I met a mango seller when I temporarily returned to Japan, I think around 2011.
He approached me on the street just after I left the hospital after an operation for myopia.
'I can't leave without selling off all my domestic-grown premium mangoes. Please buy some."
He came up to me and said something like. I think they told me they would guarantee the product.
In short, it was a pushy sales pitch, but I was fascinated by the fact that the fruit they were selling was mangoes. Moreover, I had never eaten Japanese mangoes before.
I think they cost about three thousand yen each.
'I have a mango tree at home in Australia.'
But I bought two.
It was an unusual situation after an expensive operation.
Perhaps that's what the sellers were after.
But again, I bought it because it was Japanese mangoes that they were dealing with.
It looked just right for an after dinner snack at my in-laws' house.
Luckily, it was very tasty and I was happy that it was a proper product.
(The product itself is innocent, but I would never buy it if they were selling it now)
Unfortunately, there are no mango trees at my current home.
I buy them from a shop or I am lucky if someone gives me some.
Mangoes from people's house in particular seem to have the power of the local community, although it may be an exaggeration to say that they are locally produced for local consumption.
It's about time I had mango sweets again.
What shall I make this time?
It's a fun time to think about it.
10.7.2022
DAYS/ Tsukie Akizawa Column
Green and Gold
Tickets to Japan
1. Phantom September 2020
Since the children started school, it was always the school holiday season when we would temporarily return to Japan.
Easter holidays (Autumn holidays) in March/April, Winter holidays in June/July.
Spring holidays in September/October or Summer holidays in December/January.
Of these, the Christmas season has always been rejected, partly because of my husband and I work commitments and partly because we don't like the cold. I have never spent the New Year's holiday in Japan since I came to Australia. I wish “I hope to return home at this time in the future.!"
When on earth will I get to eat the taste of my hometown, Kabura-zushi, which is only available during this season?
With this thought in mind, I am melting in the hot Cairns summer.
The Easter holiday, which also coincides with the cherry blossom viewing season in Japan, is always popular and cheap airfares are hard to find. Even for Australians in Cairns say
“Sakura!"
“Hanami!"
So it is probably not necessary to put them on sale.
Our family only bought when it was cheap, so the dates we could choose from were always only Australian winter or spring holidays.
Even when the sale came up at the end of January 2020, the tickets purchased were for September, the spring break.
It was also the best value for money I've ever spent, about AUD 1,400 for a family of four, which works out to a round trip to Japan for $350 per person.
We got a good deal," I said. “We had 100 kilos of luggage on the way back.”
As you all know, a pandemic was declared.
International flights were suspended across the board, and my temporary return home after a two-year absence fizzled out.
2. Vouchers
Tickets worth approximately AUD 1,400 were in the form of airline vouchers.
The expiry date was one year, so I want to use it somehow.
It would be a waste.
At the time when I was supposed to return to Japan, I planned a trip to a nearby place instead.
Come to think of it, I can also arrange hotel and car hire on the airline's website.
Then maybe I could use the voucher to book accommodation in the Tablelands area, a plateau near Cairns!
I went to the computer with a ray of hope, but was sunk when I got a notice that I had to set it up with my airline ticket.
Accommodation was booked and paid for as normal.
Similarly, it seemed that people who were unable to go abroad were diverting by switching to domestic travel in nearby areas. Campsites, which had been quiet until then, were full during the holiday season after the pandemic, and it was reportedly difficult to get reservations.
We also used a cabin at the campsite. With a view of the beautiful lakeside, I thought at times, "I should have been in Japan, meeting my family and friends".
Nevertheless, it was a good thing, as the family was able to refresh ourselves by looking for platypus and taking a walk around the lake at a time when it is still a time of uncertainty.
3. Brisbane, June 2021
The deadline for using the vouchers is looming, with stay-home being recommended and several lockdowns taking place.
International flights to Japan remain suspended and cannot be used there.
In the first place, it is time to get permission from the State to leave the country.
I was told from many quarters that 'a relative is in critical condition' is not enough, and that permission is only granted after death is confirmed.
Domestic travel, after all.
Eventually, my daughter said, "I want to go to Starbucks at least once".
There is no Starbucks in Cairns, so we need to go to Brisbane.
Oh well, Brisbane has Uniqlo and H&M!
The children are halfway through the clothes-buying process and need to try on clothes.
Our family, which is in the habit of buying clothes in bulk while we are in Japan, missed the chance to do so, which was a bit of a problem.
The problem is that Brisbane was on lockdown every school holiday at this time of year.
This means that we had no choice but to travel during the school term.
However, my son is someone who does not want to miss school.
As a result, a forced schedule was put together, leaving Cairns on Saturday morning and leaving the Brisbane hotel in the early hours of Sunday morning.
There was an option to return to Cairns at midnight on Sunday, but we decided that this would be impractical.
My husband offered to stay at home, as we had started to have two cats, so I booked flights and a room for me and my children.
In an attempt to use up as much of the voucher as possible, I managed to accumulate it to $1,360 by slightly upgrading our airline seat selection and booking a five-star hotel.
There was still about $40 left, but as expected, I gave up.
It was almost as much as an extra bedstead for my son, but that was the only thing that was shown as payable locally, so I gave it up as a donation.
In one short overnight trip of half a day, I was able to visit Starbucks, Uniqlo, H&M and a ramen noodle shop, which I would have gone too had I been back in Japan.
To top it all off, I received a Krispy Kreme doughnut at the airport, which I thought was a very Aussie thing to do living in the countryside.
Mission Complete.
3. Expectations April 2023.
The remainder of the voucher, which was given up as a donation, had an extended expiry date without our knowledge.
It was only recently that we realised this.
This year, direct flights between Cairns and Japan were restored and we finally made plans to return to Japan temporarily.
Easter holiday next April. We were able to secure tickets for a two-week stay.
I chose the date with the lowest current price, but the amount I paid was swollen to three times what I got in vouchers last time. Still, I think I was lucky to book on a good date during the Japanese cherry blossom season.
In fact, the high mask population in Japan and the requirement for a vaccine certificate or PCR test result at the point of entry into Japan were still considered too difficult to return home.
Nevertheless, I was motivated to buy the ticket when I heard from a family member living in Japan that a distant relative had passed away at a young age.
“I have to meet them while I can.”
“I must return home while I have the chance.”
I felt strongly about this.
There is a glimmer of hope that six months after they actually return home, the conditions for entry on the Japanese side may have changed in a more lenient way.
Even if that doesn't happen, I am simply happy to see my family for the first time in five years.
While I'm at my parents' house, I hope to visit Starbucks, which is known as the most beautiful Starbucks in the world.
When I am at my husband's side of the family home, it will be Kinka-zan.
I wonder if the Usuzumi-zakura cherry blossoms still be in bloom?
9.5.2022
DAYS/ Tsukie Akizawa Column
Green and Gold
Buy bananas
1. Australian unmanned sales outlets.
Unmanned vegetable stands.
If you were Japanese,
"Oh, yeah, I've seen it."
'You know, where they build huts in the corner of a field and sell them?'
I think there are many people who trace their memories of the place. And.
"Japan is a peaceful and serious country, so we can do it, but other countries don't have it, do they?"
I think that's what people think.
All kinds of vending machines are installed in various locations in Japan. And I hear that the reason they can make sales is because no one tries to break them.
In Australia, you almost never see vending machines outdoors, so I thought, 'Is that how it is?'
'There are no unmanned sales outlets either'.
I don't know when it started, but a trailer full of bananas started to be placed on the side of the highway I pass almost every day.
It is a slightly larger area where highway drivers, even large vehicles, can stop and rest. It is on the side of Cairns city centre heading north, and there is a large sign with the names of the major towns ahead.
When we moved in 11 years ago, there was a small manned fruit stand there.
Bananas, mangoes, pineapples and other tropical fruits.
We often see fruit farms in and around Cairns, and I wondered if the sales point was the main business of those farmers or if they were just trying to make some extra money, but anyway, I liked the direct-sales feel of the place.
Eventually, however, the fruit stalls disappeared and I noticed that trailers full of bananas were left unattended.
2. Are they unmanned and safe?
Although the city is relatively safe, petty crime itself is far from rare, and in recent years car theft and vandalism by children with a gaming mentality has become a serious social problem in Cairns.
It seems that not a day goes by without seeing an abandoned car on the side of the highway.
Unattended banana sales in such a situation?
No one to misbehave?
Please bear with me as I have given some thought to why unmanned sales have been around for so long, although it is my own subjective view.
First of all, it is basically a place that can only be reached by car.
Highways, unlike Japanese highways, are inexhaustibly connected to ordinary roads. Even so, it is a bit far from densely populated areas, and I wonder if I could cycle there with my best efforts.
On the opposite side of the highway, a pedestrian/cycle path runs through the area, but the sun is often very strong, so I'm not sure if I'm physically up to it.
Incidentally, the speed on the highway is 80 km/h.
And this is an open area, with good views from both sides of the highway.
The person buying the bananas basically has their back to the running cars, so you never know who is watching you.
Then the trailers with bananas are collected at night.
In the morning, during the commuting hours, they are already there.
However, when we passed by a little later in the evening, the trailers had been collected and were gone. It appears that replenishment and fee collection is carried out every day, as sometimes the bananas in the trailers are sold so much in the evening that they are no longer visible.
Also, a mobile van selling beef pies, an Australian speciality, is always parked at this location. Some large vehicles simply stop here for a rest, but people also stop here to buy pies.
More importantly, this banana stand is very popular.
It is common to see several cars parked and queuing up to get to the trailers.
The queues did not disappear even during the pandemic disaster.
If it is so popular, people are more likely to take a banana without putting money in because it is so publicly visible. On one social networking site, I saw a post that said, "I put my money in first and then chose my banana, but I didn't like it when the person behind me told me I hadn't paid.”
I thought that there was a misunderstanding, but at any rate there was a mutual watchful eye on each other.
Finally, the fact that the bananas sold are heavy and cheap may be a condition for being able to sell them unattended.
3. I bought a banana here.
Now, my children don't eat bananas, so I have always just passed by, but the other day I got up the courage (!) I pulled over.
In Cairns, where the season is winter, bananas are currently priced at around $4.50/kg in major supermarkets. However, at this sales outlet they were listed at $2.00/kg.
I think they would have been cheaper in season.
I usually experience bananas selling well, as I work as an afternoon worker in the fruit and vegetable section of the supermarket, and I know that bananas sell well. If the price was less than half of that, I would be willing to pull over and buy them, even on the side of the highway where merging is a hassle.
I visited here on my way home from dropping the children off at school, not quite 9am. Traffic was still congested on the other side of the road, but cars in my direction were sparse. That encouraged me to think about stopping.
However, as I had only stopped there on a whim, I only had a few coins in my car for cash.
I grabbed $2 and headed for the trailer, and in front of it, I also saw an uncle selling pineapples. At the back sits the uncle who sells the usual beef pies.
I know I can use my card at the pie shop, but no, no, no, just fruit today. I suppress the urge to get greedy because I stopped all the way here.
I got two bananas for $1 and a cheap $1 pineapple.
And a picture of the friendly pineapple man!
Some people sell flowers here during Valentine's Day, Mother's Day and other seasons, making this place a bit of a local haven.
Recently, tourists have been seen here again, so I think it would be fun to buy fruit in this kind of place, feeling like a local.
7.11.2022
DAYS/ Tsukie Akizawa Column
Green and Gold
Cultural understanding after 21 years in Australia
1. Working with non-profit organisations
Although I use the title of essayist in this Stay Salty magagine, my real income-generating job is cleaning and clerking.
We came to Australia 21 years ago as a couple under the guise of a 'cultural exchange' and settled here, and I still feel that in both my two jobs I am continuing a cultural exchange, or at least a cultural understanding from my perspective.
As for the shopkeeper's job, I am working with staff from a variety of countries, including Indonesia, Korea, Myanmar and the Philippines, in addition to Australia, which seems to represent Australia as it is today.
As for the other cleaning job, it might be a cultural exchange that goes into a bit of history.
On weekday mornings, my cleaning duties include cleaning the kitchen and other common areas and each private room at a non-profit organisation's accommodation facility.
This facility is characterised by the fact that it is used by individuals and their families who live far away and need medical care. The fees are low, and when combined with government support, some users get it free of charge.
Due to the location of Cairns, we are told that there have been users in the past from the Torres Strait islands, the northern tip and inland, and even neighbouring countries.
The job was filled in September last year and involved an online training course.
A large part of the time spent there was spent on things such as knowledge and understanding of Indigenous Australians, starting with not being complicit in, or aware of, illegal activities that violate human rights.
In Australia, there are two types of people with roots in the country, the 'Aboriginal', who lived within the country, and the 'Torres Strait Islanders', whose islands lie between the northern tip and New Guinea, and are referred to as indigenous. Each also has its own symbolic flag.
In my previous home town of Ipswich, Queensland (a city located to the west of Brisbane, the state capital), I had no contact with what I would call indigenous people, perhaps because I was involved in the wine business, which is a western culture, and at best I was only involved in the tourist facilities in Brisbane.
Although I have not had direct contact with them since moving to Cairns, the rate at which I see people who look indigenous in the city has increased dramatically since my days in Ipswich. There is also an Aboriginal community neighbourhood called Yarrabah just around the corner.
To begin with, the job application form in which I was employed contained the words 'Indigenous Preferred', and I had applied for the job on a no-go basis. Employment is a matter of timing and fate, so I am now working as a member of staff, but I will only understand why the above proviso was there when I actually start working.
2. Reasons for indigenous preferences
The majority of users of this facility are of indigenous descent.
They accepted me because I told them during the interview that I had previously worked as a cleaner in a hotel and that many of my colleagues were of indigenous descent. The roots of the colleagues I worked with at the hotel connected me with this job. I would like to thank them, albeit by chance.
There are four staff on cleaning duties, two of indigenous descent, one Caucasian and myself, an Asian.
Working here, I feel that this facility is closer to the staff and users than a hotel.
Front desk staff, who are also in charge of accommodation reservations, and users often talk about their health conditions. Perhaps as a result of this, the cleaning staff are also sometimes spoken to by users. The fact that some people use this accomodation on a regular basis is probably one of the reasons for the close proximity.
I am embarrassed to say that I am not able to reply well when they talk about illnesses, injuries and medical terminology, as my knowledge of the field is limited even in Japanese, combined with my poor English.
Other staff may have been working for a long time, but when I see them talking with a 'I know exactly what you mean' stance, I imagine it is because they have the same background. Although the fact that I am the youngest of the cleaning staff might also be the reason for my lack of knowledge about illnesses and other problems.
I then learnt that there are communities whose culture does not favour only female staff in male users' rooms or vice versa. Learnt that each may have its own unique customs.
In practice, we often clean in mixed gender teams and I have never been told 'don't want you to go in'
However, it would be easier for people with the same roots to understand such cultural backgrounds. Also, many of them have physical conditions that require medical attention, so they are likely to feel unstable. In such cases, it may be easier to feel closer to staff from the same cultural background.
Of course, part of the basic premise would be to keep the door open for people of indigenous descent to find employment.
3. Understanding others
With regard to Aboriginal communities, the groups are subdivided into smaller groups, each with different languages, customs, etc. Such maps also exist.
For example, the principal at the children's high school, often uses the phrase "Kurrinyala!" (Welcome!) at the beginning of the newsletter, which is the language of the Aboriginal Yidiny people in the Cairns area.
There are a number of Indigenous staff in other departments in the workplace, and one man told us that his community of origin is far from the Cairns area.
He told us that he lives with respect for the community here where he moved to and has a better understanding of the community of origin of the users.
Each community has its own rules and regulations that it holds dear.
When walking through the streets of Cairns, one sometimes sees people who appear to be indigenous people shouting and fighting loudly.
Naturally, we understand in our heads that not all people have such a rough attitude, but we cannot deny that they inevitably stand out. And in everyday life, all eyes are on such people.
However, not all of them will be indigenous people who are notorious for their bad reputation.
In fact, this work has given me the opportunity to meet a wide range of people, and experience has gradually accompanied me.
I sometimes see traces of accommodation users leading what I consider to be a general pacified lifestyle or trying to keep their rooms clean.
A pregnant mother with her infant in tow.
An elderly couple working with each other.
The smell of delicious food wafting from the communal kitchen, or people leisurely watching TV or talking.
There are times when I work and I have a conditioned reflex that I don't like it.
It's not uncommon for everyone to make a mess in their room because they’re not feeling well.
But there are some people who just can't be bothered and pollute, or that the people who don't care that the people who clean up the property also have feelings. It is probably the same in every country and race.
As I am in the position of cleaning, I am disappointed when they get terribly dirty and I get the feeling of “why?" However, if the dirtiness is unique, it raises the question of whether there are cultural differences as well.
While I have the common sense of the culture I grew up in and want it to be accepted, I also believe that there are people who have the common sense of another culture and act accordingly.
As an Asian, I think I am a minority in this workplace, but perhaps that is why it is easier for me to work on 'understanding'.
My cultural exchange and understanding still continues.
5.5.2022
DAYS/ Tsukie Akizawa Column
Green and Gold
Biscotti
1. Birthday Party
When we moved from Ipswich to Cairns after the children were born. Since the older children started primary school, I was always concerned about how to organise the children's birthday parties, which happened twice a year.
In Australia, I had seen and heard that even as an adult, especially in the year of a milestone age, people celebrate it in a big way, so I thought this was an 'important mission'.
The parties to which I had been invited before had been adult-oriented ones, held in a lively atmosphere at home to celebrate the coming of age of the daughters of work colleagues.
My colleagues at work, who were mainly contracted to do gardening and carpentry work, were former drummers, and we would play instruments and dance around with the mirror ball spinning. We all had a lot to drink and a lot of 'whooping and hollering', and then we'd all go to bed and get up in the morning.
Their home was in the countryside, with only remote neighbouring houses, so there was no noise pollution to worry about. I was always the type of person who couldn't fully get into the groove of it, but I enjoyed it enough.
I think a lot of the parties at the time were probably due to the fact that I was working in a winery, there was alcohol, and at night we would just mingle or bring in bedding as we saw fit.
After the birth of a child, a Children's Day party was once organised by decorating a carp streamer using a flag stand at the winery. Other times we celebrated birthdays with the Japanese playgroup.
The winery was our home in Australia and the playgroup had a strong atmosphere of cooperation, so there was less personal pressure and we could have fun while preparing.
However, after arriving in Cairns, where I didn't know anyone to begin with, organising a party was an "important task", with the added anxiety of being in charge of a small child, all by myself and in English.
The first party we invited our friends to was in a local park, and we decided to prepare plenty of food for the children and adults anyway.
The menu included snacks such as dips and crackers and bite-sized sausages, fried chickens and prawn salad. There was also a selection of standard confectionery such as lollies, cookies and crisps.
The birthday cake for the children was ice cream decorated in the shape of a cake, but apart from that, I baked a roll cake with marron cream for the parents who are always tired of raising small children. For the topping, I put coffee-flavoured local chocolate on top, which turned out to be more to my liking than I had expected.
One day, many years after this party, Ms N, my Japanese friend who attended the party at that time, said
'The biscotti at that party was delicious.’
I was very happy to receive a comment from her.
I was surprised that I had even forgotten that I had baked biscotti for the party.
I had been thinking about the marron cream rolls all the time and wished I could make them again one day.
With a word from her, I started making 'my biscotti'.
2. Delicatessen
I received a comment that the biscotti was delicious, so I opened the recipe book I had on hand for the first time in a long time to try baking it again.
Biscotti is a very hard pastry from Italy. It is probably most commonly eaten with tea or coffee.
However, the recipe I have is Australian. I make it using a recipe from a book given to me by a ‘mate’ who was my Working Holiday Companion. Perhaps that's why, when I make them, they are harder than cookies, but they are baked to the point where they can be chewed normally.
Still, I was happy to hear that they were tasty, so I baked them once and shared them with my friend Ms N. She then suggested that I sell them at a Japanese delicatessen.
The delicatessen was a shop run by one other Japanese friend, Ms M.
In addition to meals and single items, it also had desserts.
However, the amount of work one person could do was limited.
Biscotti was agreed to be placed there because it is easy to manage, lasts a long time and is a little something extra.
I had a main job and did not plan to turn baking into a business, so I received a share of the ingredients and utilities costs and occasionally made pastries wholesale.
As I had more opportunities to make them, my workflow became more consistent. I also learnt a lot from the feedback I received from Ms M.
We were also told that an authentic Italian customer had commented that there was another pastry like this that was not biscotti. I'm curious as to which pastry he was referring to, but either way, I was reassured that it was still an Italian pastry.
3. Market
By the way, there are several local markets in Cairns.
The market, which takes place once a month on a Sunday on the beach close to our house, is inexpensive to participate in and is low cost for amateurs, allowing them to set up a stall similar to a flea market in Japan.
Some stalls are run by businesses, others by non-profit organisations to raise funds for their activities, and still others sell craft items as a hobby, making the market lively and fun.
It is common for Australians to spend weekends at markets, eating food from stalls and relaxing.
Markets range from large urban ones to small rural ones, and information on them is often included in tourist brochures.
One day, a friend wanted to sell clothes she no longer wore, but asked if she could sell my homemade pastries along with them.
When I originally worked at the winery, I had helped out at outdoor events where I was allowed to travel and do tastings, and I thought it would be fun to be the one selling at the market.
At the market, we are given a space that we are allowed to use, so we set up our own tents and tables to display the items we want to sell.
My friend put price tags on her products and used the tent framework to display them, while I prepared a cake stand with samples of my products.
I couldn't decorate it very prominently, so most of the purchases were made by people I knew, but it was also nice to know that sometimes other people were able to buy from me. It was also nice to be able to mingle with people from other stalls.
4. Japan-Australia events
The delicatessen is now closed and two sales at the market have come to an end.
I still make sweets as a hobby and consume them myself.
Only very occasionally I make them on request.
At that time, I received an invitation from Ms N again.
This time, she invited Ms M and me to have the booth together at an izakaya-style event titled 'Taste of Japan' as a Japan-Australia event on the Thursday evening of Japanese Children's Day (5th May) this year.
On the day, Japanese business people in their day jobs will be selling Japanese-Australian alcohol and preparing a variety of food to snack on. We were given a space to put my friend's crafts, Italian snacks and my biscotti. As an amateur, I don't feel out of place, but I'm grateful for the challenge, because nothing can start if I say so.
The flavours that have been made so far are vanilla, coffee, green tea, cocoa and cranberry flavours. There are not many Japanese-like flavours, so I am now experimenting and baking Kinako(soy bean powder) and brown sugar as well.
It seems strange that a Japanese person would be baking Italian pastries in Australia, but in Cairns it may not be strange at all.
After all, I have read in a census that Italian and Japanese are almost tied for first place in Cairns in terms of languages other than English spoken at home.
My range of activities has certainly expanded since a friend praised my biscotti.
It has been 12 years since I moved to Cairns and I still don't know where I stand. Nevertheless, I am grateful for the variety of experiences I have had.
It started with a recipe book given to me by a friend, and through the biscotti I bake, I am feeling a connection with many people.
4.5.2022
DAYS/ Tsukie Akizawa Column
Green and Gold
Midwifery Group Practice
1. Having a child in Australia.
I have two children.
They are now 12 and 15 years old respectively.
They were delivered in the same public hospital in Australia.
Although both had access to the same hospital, my experiences were very different.
The first child was delivered following the so-called normal steps.
First a pregnancy test by a general practitioner, called a GP, followed by a letter to the hospital and then to a specialist.
It would be common for the first baby to take nine hours from arrival at the hospital to delivery.
With the second child, the time from arrival to delivery was one and a half hours.
This one, well, is not a special story, as we often hear that after the second child, the birth proceeded at an unexpected speed.
The main difference was that with the second child, I used a new programme called Midwifery Group Practice (MGP).
It was a new initiative that had been available in our area for less than a year.
In Japan, the option of giving birth in a midwifery centre is common, but I had never heard of it here.
"Would you like to participate?"
When the doctor asked me, I agreed without a question.
When I was 13 weeks pregnant, I received a letter saying that MGP was officially available and I could become a user member.
2. Midwife-led childbirth
The Midwifery Group Practice (MGP) is a programme led by midwives to look after pregnant women.
Whereas normally a woman meets regularly with the doctor to manage my health condition, in MGP, the midwife provides support until after the birth. As I always have a fixed midwife to look after my health, visits to the doctor are minimal.
There are conditions for pregnant women who can use it.
Healthy and no special problems with childbirth.
Plans to have a natural childbirth.
Not planning to use special methods, such as painless delivery.
The wishes of the woman must be met.
With my first child, I was allowed to breathe laughing gas during delivery, but MGP first requires pregnant women to make an effort to reduce medical interventions.
Well, the efforts are not particularly difficult, such as doing maternity yoga, using a balance ball during the birth, or taking a position that makes it easier for the baby to come out using gravity.
Our midwife was a man who taught the 'parents' class' we attended with our first child. He and his wife both work as midwives.
He seemed to be the person spearheading the programme and shared information with us about births with less medical intervention, breastfeeding recommendations, etc.
Certainly, I had heard about it in 'his parents' class', but with my first child, I was laying on the delivery table the whole time and never learnt how to breastfeed in hospital. A breastfeeding clinic existed at the health plaza, but it was only in the second week postpartum that I was actually able to attend.
I was excited to see if this time I would be closer to the birth I had imagined.
The usual four-weekly check-up should be every eight weeks, and in the second trimester, every two weeks. Instead, if I have any problems, I can be connected to my midwife, even in the middle of the night. I found that reassuring too.
3. Delivery of second child
Perhaps it is because I feel secure that I have someone I can rely on.
My health was relatively stable during my pregnancy and at the time of delivery, my second child was born after only seven or eight breaths after arriving at the hospital.
It was an underwater birth.
My daughter was still wrapped in amniotic membrane halfway through.
When she was born, my husband cut the umbilical cord and she immediately spent two hours in kangaroo care at my breast. Various medical interventions were then carried out, as I recall.
These things had become a 'dream' that I could not fulfil with my first child, so I felt 'respected' for having them come true. my three-and-a-half-year-old son was also there with me.
Four and a half hours after the birth, we were allowed to go home and we were now four.
By the way, when I had my first baby, two women in the same room with me left in quick succession, wanting to be discharged the same day. This is probably a common occurrence in Australia.
However, in Japan, they are hospitalised for about a week.
When I had my first child, I was allowed to stay for about four nights. This time, I didn't even set foot in the hospital room.
After the second delivery, I had extra energy because the birth was lighter.
I was even able to read a story to my son on the spot, who accompanied me to the birth, and I was able to walk to the car by myself.
With my first child, I had to be carried to the ward in a wheelchair, so this made a big difference.
Once home, it is also reassuring that the midwife can check on us during home visits.
However, two days later, my daughter and I would be flown back to hospital.
She had been held for too long for feeding, which caused her temperature to rise to 39.3°C. It was a hot day and not using the air conditioning was a disaster.
The temperature itself calmed down after a lukewarm bath prepared at home, but we had to go to the hospital just in case.
Then my daughter was stuck in hospital for seven nights because of jaundice treatment, hypothermia and jaundice treatment again. I was also admitted to the hospital in a ward away from my daughter because I had to breastfeed her.
4. Midwife in charge
On the eighth day in hospital, I was numb because I was about to go home but they wouldn't give me permission to leave.
'Still can't leave hospital?'
I had asked the doctor.
My daughter had just had her blood taken first thing in the morning. However, the doctor took her daughter away again, saying that she had to have a blood sample taken.
'How many times will they have to take blood?' When I was worried, the midwife in charge came to check on me.
Surprised that we were still in hospital after his four days' leave, he went to the doctor to ask about our current situation. He then took our daughter back.
He also told us that we could leave hospital now."
At this point, I thought I saw a halo from him.
And I was grateful for this kind of support when certain people looked after me.
In a special nursing room full of premature babies, my daughter was 3 kg big and had no problems except for jaundice figures. For lack of a better word, I thought my daughter was being put off.
I had taken pity on my daughter when I saw the blood collection scars on her heel and was really relieved to hear that she could go home.
Even though the birth was light, I realised that it was reassuring to have someone who I felt was on my side in a situation where my postnatal health was far from perfect.
He even offered to "contact me on my mobile first" if I got pregnant next time, which provided me with a sense of comfort into the future.
Unfortunately, six months later, we decided to move to Cairns, the area two and a half hours away by plane, so I didn't come next time.
At the time, MGP services had not yet started in Cairns, and I felt that I could no longer have a baby, so we remained with two children.
Perhaps I have learnt to be extravagant.
3.6.2022
DAYS/ Tsukie Akizawa Column
Green and Gold
Before and after Permanent Residency
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1. What lay ahead for Permanent Residence
My husband and I came to Australia with all the money we had saved in Japan at the time. The idea was that since we were on working holiday visas, we could get by working. My husband had studied in Vancouver, Canada for three months and had seen many of his Japanese friends working part-time, so he had an idea of what it would be like to work abroad.
After six months of cultural exchange, split between the winery and the Bed & Breakfast, my husband's place of study became his place of employment, which even offered him a business visa.
The rumour that winemaking was a high-paying profession was just that, a rumour.
It would have been a different story if we’d worked for a big company, but financially, we'd been cycling for a long time.
However, because we were young, we were aware that experiencing more than just earning money, and I lived with the easy feeling that “No worries mate!".
We also felt that the owner was willing to support us in any way he could, even if it didn't reflect in the salary, so we didn't have to worry about being thrown out of the house. In fact, we moved into a house that the owner had bought and the rent was fixed at an amount that we could afford. We were very grateful for this, as rents were rising rapidly around us at this time.
Towards the end of our four-year business visa, the owner of the company suggested that we apply for permanent residency. It was at this time that Australia announced its intention to admit a large number of migrants, and needless to say, we were one of the first to apply.
It was a Regional Employer Nomination Scheme visa, but the winery is located on the edge of rural and non-rural, and it was accepted on the basis that the postcode we normally use is rural.
As a result, in mid-2006 we became permanent residents.
Two weeks later, I gave birth to our first child.
If you are familiar with visa applications, you may be thinking, "Huh?"
How do you pass a medical X-ray if you are pregnant?
This time, however, the visa was granted on the promise that I would receive it after the birth. It seems that the immigration officer who dealt with us was very flexible. Then this meant that our son was automatically granted Australian citizenship.
I stayed at the hospital for the birth of my baby on a permanent basis, maybe for three nights.
During that time, I was urged to go to Centrelink with the birth certificate from the doctor. Was it the nurse or the office staff who urged me to do this? I did as I was told, even though I had less knowledge of many things surrounding me.
2. A place called Centrelink
Until then, we had been living a simple life, with only "home", "work", "supermarket" and an additional "hospital" for childbirth. We didn't really understand what Centrelink was all about. The owners of the workplaces close to us were dual-income earners without children and seemed to have no connection with it.
Centrelink is a government agency.
It provides financial support to people in a variety of situations.
Unemployment benefit, support for single parent families, support for families raising children, age pensions, support for young people, support for those who have returned to school as adults, the list goes on and on.
Because of this, there is a wide range of people using the site, I had to wait a long time for my turn to be served.
I have to admit I was a bit stressed out, with a newborn baby to look after, but when it was our turn to speak to the staff, we found out that the procedure meant that we would receive regular payments.
We were also told that we might qualify for the "additional subsidy for low-income families with children", but this application was not successful as we must have been a permanent resident for at least two years to qualify.
The Centrelink staff made the inexplicable mistake of losing the birth certificate I had just given them in seconds, but they still gave me all sorts of information and financial support.
It was also the time of year when they were trying to increase the birth rate, and we were told that we would receive a lump sum of about $3000 AUD for the birth. Coincidentally, the timing was also good, as a few years ago the amount would have been one digit less.
From the moment we paid the application fee for permanent residency, we had access to health insurance called ‘medicare’ in this country. The prenatal check-up, which was previously free of charge, and even the hospitalisation of the baby were covered in full.
On top of that, the government wants to provide more financial support just for having a child. Does having a child in Australia mean you have a chicken that lays golden eggs?
For a moment my head was spinning, but I decided to accept the support (I'd like to know why I didn't). Unfortunately, as mentioned above, we are not a wealthy family. Thanks to the support from the government, we were able to return to our family in Japan to see our grandchild much sooner. It was when my son was 5 months old.
3. Returning the favour
In response to this support from the government, there were some couples who were willing to have children because of the money. It was also rumoured that some of the fathers had outwitted the mother, who was busy with the baby, and absconded with the lump sum payment. When I had my daughter in 2009, the lump sum payment was changed to an instalment, so I guess it's not a lie.
Now the system has changed and the amount is back to one order of magnitude less.
At that time, it is thought that the country wanted to increase its population.
Now, here's what our family has received support for from Centrelink so far.
Lump-sum maternity payment (Baby bonus)
Subsidies for families with children (Family Tax Benefit A & B)
Rental assistance
Low income certificate card (I hardly ever use it)
Subsidies for daycare fees (Child Care Benefit / Rebate)
Lump-sum financial assistance (School Kids Bonus)
In addition to this, there were other benefits, such as lump sums in the event of a disaster, which could be received even if there were no children.
We did not take advantage of the "additional subsidy for low-income families with children (Parenting Payment Partnered)” that we were initially informed about.
For a while, when I was working in a hotel five days a week, my husband and I had a double income, which was indeed no longer subsidised. My husband and I used to say to each other that we felt independent at last, but due to my selfishness, we lost our income again.
Now that the children are in middle and high school, unfortunately we are again under the care of Centrelink.
I think it is a feature of Australia that the amount of subsidy is higher when children are in middle and high school. This is probably in anticipation of the inevitable increase in expenditure at high school, where personal computers or devices are essential for studying. Still, it would really be nice not to have to take care of...
Someone says that Australia's finances have become so tight that it is unwise to give the same amount of support to permanent residents who are not citizenship holders.
Since Japanese people are not allowed to have dual nationality, most of them inevitably remain permanent residents. Unlike our children, whose nationality is based on their place of birth, my husband and I remain permanent residents. We do not have the right to vote here, and therefore cannot vote for our own opinions.
But, well, I hope I can repay the country for all it has done for me by providing a quality workforce, paying taxes and raising my children.
2.5.2022
DAYS/ Tsukie Akizawa Column
Green and Gold
What is State-of-the-Art?
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“State-of-the-art”
The first time I heard this term was at the winery that gave us the chance more longer to stay in Australia when my husband and I had a working holiday visa. The promotional brochure for the winery where we were working referred to it as a state-of-the-art winery.
It was the first time for me to hear the word "State-of-the-art", as I was not interested in English and had little experience of it.
So, what does it mean?
The word 'art' must have some kind of graceful or elegant meaning, while 'state' can only mean ‘province’, I imagine.
Since the two words are combined, I suppose it could mean something like 'a representative place of artistic excellence'.
Maybe it's the word you use when you want to impress people with the fact that the place is a bit classy and fashionable. Or perhaps it's the artistry of mastery. Wine can be described in many ways, and is often treated as a work of art in its own right.
So is it art?
I took the liberty of resolving myself in that way.
It would have been quicker to ask the owner of the winery who used the word in the brochure what it meant, but for some reason I felt it was not worth asking and did not bother to find out.
Somehow I felt that it was a word that I had to understand by heart, so I kept it to myself.
Sometimes I wondered if this event could be described as “state-of-the-art".
Nothing seemed to fit very well.
A flash of inspiration
The story then jumps to when I moved to Cairns and worked as a room attendant in a hotel.
The rooms in the hotel where I worked were almost identical, except for the suites, and there was little difference in cleaning procedures between the rooms.
The nature of a hotel means that, from the customer's point of view, the rooms have to be beautiful to look at, but at the same time, from the operator's point of view, there is pressure to finish within the allotted time.
Incidentally, we were told that the industry standard is 5 hours for 12 rooms. This is the standard for a single person cleaning, not a pair, and is a mixed number that includes rooms that are checked out, which take longer to clean, and rooms that are in use, where the customer might say "I don't need cleaning today".
Fast, beautiful and thorough.
The only way to meet these contradictory demands was to 'semi-automate' my own body movements.
I was always thinking about how I could clean more efficiently, in what order and with what movements, to avoid missing anything. Through trial and error, I tried to make my body move on its own before I could think.
Eventually, when I had a floor to look after and the conditions were right for me to clean almost the same room every day, I found myself moving my body in the same way every time I opened the door to a room, as if I were dancing.
It's not just my body that moves.
Even the trolley which carrying the toiletries, sheets and towels needed to set up the room was organised to my liking and I felt in control.
At that moment, I felt that I was now in a state of “state-of-the-art”.
Let's just say, State-of-the-art housekeeping.
Now that I've written a lot of things that are good for me, I should confess that I was inevitably late when it came to time, because I was so focused on cleanliness.
However, even with this in mind, I felt that my behaviour while cleaning was pretty much ideal for my own history.
In my mind, “state-of-the-art” had been translated into Japanese as 'ideal'.
The truth
Now, then, what is the original meaning of “State-of-the-Art”?
Actually, I just looked it up for the first time.
State-of-the-art = cutting edge, latest (technology, equipment, etc.)
The word "art" means technology, not art, and the word "state" means condition. “the” is an article that is used in front of a unique thing, so in this usage it has the meaning of uniqueness.
If by "cutting edge" you mean "ideal", then I'm not entirely wrong, but it wasn't as elegant as I expected. If anything, it was sharp and pointed. From the word alone, I had imagined a rococo atmosphere, but the connotations were more suited to technology.
I feel a bit embarrassed, as if I'm showing off my inability to get my head around English.
Now, it has taken me almost 20 years to answer this question. It was February 2002 when we set foot in Australia. It was a month later that I first came across the word in a winery.
It's a word I don't often get to see, but I'm not sure how I've got this far without looking it up. There are many other words that, when I looked them up, had completely different meanings to my imagination. I guess that's the price I pay for refusing to memorise English words since I was in high school.
I have been in Australia for 20 years and I always feel sorry for myself because my English has not improved at all.
I am very grateful to all the people who usually help me with my poor English.
Twenty years is the number of years a person is supposed to be an adult (although from this year the age of 18 will be changed to adulthood), but as far as my English is concerned, I don't see myself becoming one any time soon.
Still, I think life would be fun if I could get in touch with something so up-to-date that I could add the word “state-of-the-art” to it.
12.5.2021
DAYS/ Tsukie Akizawa Column
Green and Gold
Bakery in town
When I moved to Cairns in 2010, I was pleasantly surprised to find that delicious cakes and sweets were readily available in many shops.
Being a tourist town, there are lots of trendy cafes and people from all over the world offering sweet treats from their own roots.
So you don't have to feel like you have to make it yourself, you can just go to one of those shops and be satisfied.
In my case, because of the accumulation of days spent before Cairns, I couldn't stop enjoying making my own cakes as well as buying them, but I also couldn't stop going to cake shops in the name of "learning" to do so.
But that's just because Cairns is a tourist town, not everyone in the local areas makes their own food and satisfies their sweet cravings.
But there is the place you can stop by if you have a sweet tooth: the bakery.
In 2002 I spent six months in a homestay in the countryside, surrounded by lakes and mountains, 30 minutes drive from Newcastle and an hour and a half drive from Sydney. My host family rarely ate out and we had a delicious freshly cooked dinner every night.
We also made desserts together quite often.
Nevertheless, once I did find some sweets at a local bakery to bring to a friend's house. I still remember thinking that I would buy something sweet in such a place and that the taste was very sweet.
Apple Turnover
After my homestay, I moved to Ipswich, which is located to the west of the state capital, Brisbane.
However, for an area so close to the city, I couldn't find any trendy shops with sweets, and there were only a few cafes in the downtown area that served cheesecake like a lump of sugar.
Perhaps we missed out on development because we were so close to Brisbane (although I'm sure that's all changed now that the population is much larger).
Even in such an area, the so-called "neighbourhood bakery" had sweets. In the shop in front of the station, I chose to buy a pastry called "apple turnover" because of its appearance.
It is a round pie crust folded in half and filled with cooked apples.
It was baked without closing the edges tightly like an apple pie. You can choose to have it as it is, or with a dollop of fresh cream in between.
As an Australian with a sweet tooth, I was surprised to find that the whipped cream here was unsweetened. It's a very strange feeling when it's not sweet, it's almost salty.
The crispy pastry, sweet and sour cooked apples and the richness of the whipped cream made it an addictive dish.
Lamington
Also, when I was living in Ipswich, a friend of mine ran a family bakery and when I heard that a new shop had opened, I stopped by. I bought some lamingtons.
Lamington is a square sponge cake coated with chocolate or cocoa icing and dusted with coconut, and is a famous Australian sweet.
The lamingtons I buy in the bakery are always so fluffy, I wonder how they manage to bake such a light and fine sponge.
I've made these with friends since I've been in Cairns, but we couldn't get them to be that fluffy. Too bad. I would like to try again one day.
The lamingtons actually originated in our state of Queensland, and some say they were "made in Brisbane" or "no, they were made in Toowoomba". When I found out about this, I was struck by the thought that I had first eaten it in Ipswich, halfway Brisbane and Toowoomba.
Bakery sweets exploration
Since arriving in Cairns, I've been so taken with the eye-catching cake shops and cafes that I've rarely had the chance to buy sweets from the city's bakeries.
One day, when I stopped at a shopping centre for killing some time, I saw a non-chain bakery and decided to buy a gift for a friend's house.
The showcase is filled with the usual suspects: cupcakes and sweet breads with lots of icing on the cobbler. On this occasion, I opted for a quick and affordable mini-tart that would fit the bill for a takeaway.
Oh, yes, yes, yes.
And let's not forget the sweets in the bakery.
Not very fancy, but a sweet treat that has certainly filled the bellies of the nation.
So I thought I'd try to find something sweet in a bakery in Cairns, I've never been to before! I thought.
I went to a bakery that one of the staff at work frequents and it had a nostalgic feel to it.
The shelves at the back are lined with everyday breads such as unsliced breads and dinner rolls. The showcase at the front has sandwiches, delicatessen breads and sweets, and there are more sweet treats of all kinds than you can imagine.
Lamingtons, Apple Turnovers, Vanilla Slices, Doughnuts, Hedgehog Slices, Rocky Road Slices, Caramel Tarts, Mince Pies, Mud Cake Slices, Eclairs, Cupcakes, Finger Buns (cobbled bread with icing), Cream Buns (cobbled bread with fresh cream) etc. ......
I was so excited that I picked up four sweet treats without looking at the price, and the total cost was less than $10. In this day and age, if you order a cake in a café, you can easily get $8 for one.
Then I got greedy and hit another chain bakery in a different location and picked up three more. I'm a sucker for sweet things.
In the coming Christmas season, it's not a bad idea to try sweets that you wouldn't normally pick up, other than the Australian classic fruitcake and gingerbread.
11.5.2021
DAYS/ Tsukie Akizawa Column
Green and Gold
Last FETE at primary school
1. Lockdown
In mid-August, my daughter's primary school was supposed to have a festival called FETE.
I wrote in the August issue about how I had been involved in the FETE and when it would be held this year. But after I contributed that article, just a week before it was due to take place, Cairns went into lockdown.
The primary school reopened after a three-day lockdown, but it was decided that it would be difficult to hold the FETE under the circumstances, as parents were restricted from entering the school premises for a fortnight.
As it was only a week ago, preparations were already underway, with donations from companies and organisations, raffle tickets and free passes for the mobile amusement park that would be there on the day.
Therefore, not cancelled, but postponed.
In the fourth semester, which is a busy final semester even for us, a Saturday in the late October, from 3 to 8 p.m., became the new date for the FETE.
2. Re-organisation
Among the many stalls of FETE, I am co-convenor for the "rolled sushi" stall. What was the state of the Sushi Stall when the FETE was postponed in August?
We were in the process of adjusting the numbers and recruiting additional staff for the preparation the day before, the sushi rolls on the morning of the day and the sales staff on the afternoon of the day. Also the rice cookers from each household we asked.
As for the food, we already had the long term storage items and it was time to buy the vegetables. The postponement in October did not result in any loss of food, but it did create a new problem.
The "de-plasticisation" movement is now a global one.
In Queensland, Single-use plastic items for the sale of food have been banned in principle since the 1st of September.
On the original date and time, we could use the plastic containers we had already secured, but the change of date meant that we had to buy new paper containers.
It is ironic that we are now in a situation where we cannot use the containers we currently have and have to buy new ones, which is hardly eco-friendly.
3. Gathering participants
One week before the new date FETE.
This time there were no lockdowns and we were able to continue our preparations without incident.
Perhaps because the pandemic from last year continues to buzz around the world, volunteers at the FETE seemed to be less well attended than in previous years.
Even in Cairns, which went into lockdown after just one infected person, many people may be reluctant to take part in an event that attracts so many people.
The stall in charge of my daughter's class was the second-hand book sale, but when I spoke to the convenor there was still a shortage of people.
I was responsible for the sushi, but as I was free most of the time during the sale, I decided to join in for two hours. My daughter is the senior student and is old enough to enjoy the festival without me-mother. And I don't mind doing volunteer work as long as I have the time to see the homemade cakes in the cake stall.
Many of the parents are the ones who rolled the sushi in the morning and who also attend the stalls where their children's classes are in charge. When I see this, I am tempted to say that it is the good will of certain people that makes the difference. (Of course, there are those who are willing but cannot participate due to family or work commitments.)
Ideally, we would like to involve people who have never attended before or who only attend occasionally, but we are just parents, not specialists with special skills in organising events. All we can do is make the usual announcements and invite people to attend.
We also re-advertised the sushi rolls, sales and rice cookers at the Sushi Stall, but it took a while to get the numbers we wanted. With the help of the FETE organisers, we put out a call on Facebook and in the school’s newsletter, and this year we received more messages from non-Japanese volunteers than in previous years.
For this reason, this year I decided to add a guide to the day's work, in English as well as in Japanese.
4. the day of the FETE
The day arrived.
The preparation had started the day before, with the cooking of the teriyaki chicken and the moving of the goods to the sushi roll venue.
At 8am, the other person in charge and I started by setting up the facilities of the outside school care, the venue for the sushi rolls. We moved the tables and set up a total of 12 rice cookers, two for each power source.
Then, just in time for the first participants to arrive at 8.30am, I lay out the timesheets to be signed, the handbook and the hygiene pamphlet in a clear and concise manner.
The first thing we ask them to do is to prepare the ingredients for the sushi roll.
We made the tuna mayo and cut the vegetables (cucumber, carrot and avocado).
These vegetables had been in my care since I bought them, so I brought them with me as if I was giving the precious goods away.
I put the cucumbers in the fridge as soon as I bought them and discovered that they were nearly frozen. I immediately took them out and brought them back to room temperature, removing the water condensation on the surface, and repeatedly put them in the cooler box and back in the fridge to see how they were.
The avocados looked good when I bought them, but when I took them out of the bag, many of them were still hard. I had heard that adding a banana to the bag would encourage ripening, so I inserted an overripe banana I had at home between the avocados anyway.
I checked the firmness every day, but on Saturday, almost half of them were still not in the best condition. Hopefully they'll be good when we cut them open!
I left it to the participants to decide what to do with the vegetables, and I focus on making sure that the whole thing goes off without a hitch.
Is the rice cooked okay?
Is the table set in a way that is easy to understand for the people who come one after another?
Do my children (15 and 11 years old) have a job to do when I brought them along in the morning?
Has the refrigerator arrived at the sushi stall for storage? Is it cold?
How many sushi is ready now?
"'Oh, I'm out of your work. What could I ask you to do...
"Well, I'd better take the sushi to the stall."
After all this hustle and bustle, we had made the expected number of sushi so quick. I think I actually rolled about only 5 rolls of sushi.
Because I had seen the left over ingredients, I mistakenly thought that I didn't have enough sushi yet.
Not enough rice!
but there was already enough. We already had enough rice, and I was realise that I should trusted the amount of rice that I had calculated and prepared in advance.
I don't think we were used to the smooth running of the event, as there was always some sort of trouble with the sushi rolls making in the past.
We made lunch for everyone with the left over ingredients.
5. Sushi sold out!
Once the sushi making is finished, the rest is simple.
All you have to do is swap the sticks and sushi.
You can choose from "Tuna Mayo & Cucumber", "Teriyaki Chicken & Avocado" or "Vegetarian Cucumber, Avocado & Carrot".
I had to leave to help my child's class, but the other person in charge took care of everything and the sale went smoothly.
In the past years when we made more than 300 rolls, the sellers paraded around for the last hour, but this year we kept the number to a modest 200. Thanks to this, the festival was not over yet, even though we had to clean up and disperse after selling out.
This year is my 11th FETE and the last one I will be involved with as a primary school parent.
There were parents of Japanese descent, parents of the Sushi stoll class, the teacher of the class (who happened to be of Japanese descent), the Japanese language teacher of the school, parents who saw the call from the school for participants and even their children.
We had been making a lot of noise about not having enough people, but as it turned out, with the help of so many people, the Sushi stoll went off without a hitch.
I was eating the sushi made from the leftover ingredients. The avocado was still a little hard, and I was grateful for the ingenuity of cutting it into thin slices to make it easier to eat, but I also savoured the fact that there was something a little off about it, and that this was FETE's sushi.
10.5.2021
DAYS/ Tsukie Akizawa Column
Green and Gold
Having a pet
1．We want a pet
"I want a dog or a cat in my house."
That's what my daughter used to say to me.
Every time she asked it, I refused it, like
"I don't think your father would like a cat, and a dog would only be possible if our fence was tightened and we had a shady spot outside.
Many families in Australia have pets.
My first homestay family had a cat and a horse, and my husband's homestay family had two dogs.
In my current neighbourhood, there are cats with collars walking on the street, dogs barking at me over the fence when I walk, and dogs that have slipped out and are walking around on their own. Sometimes I see dogs chained to the back of their owner's ute, going to work together.
We could hear from our friend's say
"We've got a new bird.”
"We've got a guinea pig".
My daughter was frustrated that so many people around her were getting pets, but not our family.
But this New Year, my husband said,
"Maybe we can get a cat.”
I was surprised and my daughter was overjoyed.
I confess that I think the number one thing to consider when getting a pet is the extent to which I can bear the burden.
We already have a goldfish (actually, we already had a "pet").
It's a very easy pet to look after - just feed him twice a day, morning and evening, and clean the tank occasionally. You don't have to be too particular about the quality of the water.
We bought five goldfish for my son's birthday about five years ago, and only the black one, which my husband said would be my goldfish, has survived to this day.
However, it is not my son or my husband who takes care of him every day, but I, a mother and a wife, which is a common story.
Whether it's a dog or a cat, my sense of responsibility is the final word when it comes to keeping something in our home.
Despite the pressure I felt, I was still happy to get a cat.
I've had a cat in my house since I was born.
2．Welcoming the cat
Not far from our house there is an animal shelter, the RSPCA. We went there to look for our future family cat.
When you go to the shelter and tell them what you want to do, the staff will first ask you if you are ready to adopt a cat.
We had to meet the following requirements: our children had to be of a certain age, we had to live in a house with no restrictions on pets, and we had to be able to keep the cats indoors.
Then we were allowed to take two lovely cats home, six-month-old brown tabby siblings.
Originally we had planned to keep only one, but once we had seen them together with their siblings, we could not choose just one.
We also thought that while “human” were away from home, they might not miss each other if they were with siblings from birth.
There are two adults and two children in our family. And two cats to balance it all out!
The sibling cats actually seem to be having a good time without us, fighting, synchronising and having an exercises.
At six months old, they were reasonably grown when they arrived, and they learned where to go to the toilet on their own, so we didn't have to do much.
When we first gave them liquid treats to lick, they seemed to relax, even though they were somewhat nervous.
As long as we provided them with food, fresh water and a clean toilet, they were free to do as they pleased. We were happy to take lots of photos of them.
The only thing that was different about having a cat these days was that they were kept indoors.
Many of the neighbours' cats roam outside at will, but cats are encouraged to be kept indoors from the point of view that they kill too much of Australia's native wildlife both wild and domesticated cats alike.
Indeed, before the cats arrived, there were geckos in the house all the time, but now they are nowhere to be found indoors. Cats may look relaxed, but they are definitely good hunters.
We don't want to let him out and have someone capture him, so he stays inside our small house.
3．My pet gets sick
On the paperwork when the cat was given to us, there was a birth date on it.
The fact that the birthday was known might mean that the pregnant mother cat had been taken into care, but whatever the case, in the middle of July, we decided to celebrate the cat’s birthday.
Normally we fed them half dry food and half wet food, but on that day we bought expensive canned food and wrote their name on it with liquid treats, which was the celebratory meal.
We humans had a cat art competition and were having fun making birthday cards that they didn't understand about, but then something happened to one of the cats.
Suddenly one of the cats started to pee a little bit in different places and there was blood in it.
What was supposed to be a happy birthday turned out to be a not so happy anniversary.
When he was examined at the veterinary clinic where he had been vaccinated, it was pointed out that he was not urinating properly and he was admitted to hospital as an emergency.
Urinary stones were suspected, but bacteria were found in the urine that was forced out. After being prescribed antibiotics, he was able to go home for the night with good progress.
However, two weeks later, the same symptoms occurred again and this time he was not admitted to hospital, but was just given a shot and left.
After that I was a bit calmer and almost forgot about the illness until the other day when this time he completely stopped urinating. There was no bloody urine.
These are always unexpected and sudden.
Cats were brought up in the same conditions and on the same food, but after they turned one year old, only one of them was always sick.
Once again, he was due to be admitted to our veterinary hospital, but the doctor who examined his test results urged us to move him to the emergency veterinary hospital, where he would stay overnight.
Fortunately, after the urine was forcibly drained, he was doing well again and was allowed to go home after only one night in hospital.
However, even though it was only an overnight stay, it was a worrying night for the remaining healthy cats and for us.
When he was first admitted to hospital, my daughter said that "one night felt like a week".
4．Modern common sense
The sudden illness of a pet of any age is no stranger to us.
Above all, it can happen to a pet who has just turned one year old. I had no idea what to expect.
I had an image of the cats that used to live in my parents' house about 30-40 years ago.
They were outside most of the time and then they stopped coming back. Maybe they had been in a car accident and the adults were just hiding them, or maybe they really disappeared.
Cats seem to have a reasonably long life span, but I think they would have disappeared at single digit ages.
We took in abandoned cats and cats looking for owners, and our relationship was based on the idea that we would take care of their food and they would take the rats out of the house. The food was, of course, old-fashioned, rice with miso soup. Nowadays, this would be considered animal cruelty due to excessive salt content.
I realised that I hadn't kept up to date with the times with regard to pets.
In the modern world, the mainstream is to keep the cats completely indoors, and if that is the case, it is unlikely that they will disappear from sight, and their purpose will be more that of a pet animal.
If that is the case, it is inevitable that humans will take full responsibility for them.
I had the sentimentality of having "grown up with cats", but owning a pet in the modern age, perhaps even across countries, places more responsibility on the owner than in the days I "knew".
Ever wondered
"What is pet insurance? Do I need it?"
But now I know it's something to think about.
If you have a sick pet in front of you, you can't leave it unattended.
You have to pay for everything.
Even if the feeling is that they are family members like humans, national health supports only applies to humans. Even if the animal has been microchipped, registered as a pet or neutered, there is no support from the government.
The refusal to allow pet dogs and cats to go wild, and the belief that all other wildlife should be protected from extinction.
These are "ideas" created by human beings, but even without all this talk, isn't it human nature to want to do something about the life in front of us when it needs our help?
At any rate, the cats we have taken into our family are destined to be with us.
We want to work hard and be prepared for emergencies, but we also want our cats to be able to live freely.
9.5.2021
DAYS/ Tsukie Akizawa Column
Green and Gold
Cairns rental vacancy rates
Lockdown and vacancy rates in Cairns
In mid-August, Cairns experienced a second lockdown.
The first time was in the first half of last year, when the first cases appeared in here. Since then there have been occasional very small positive cases with a clear route of transmission, but so far there has been no lock down.
There was a three-day lockdown after one taxi driver tested positive, but at the end of it no one else had tested positive.
We are now basically allowed to go about our life without a mask again.
Cairns is apparently becoming more and more popular as a base city within Australia where masks are not required and lockdowns are less frequent.
The housing situation speaks for itself, with a rental vacancy rate of 1.1% (April 2021) and a newspaper article about a family lamenting that they couldn't find a home. Their pets were with them.
Rents were slowly rising, as they should be, and I was very sad when our good-natured neighbours moved to the country where the prices were lower.
They were a retired father and daughter. He was always cleaned up the dead leaves from the shared driveway, and I felt very close to the daughter as we worked in the same kind of job for a while. I shared sweets and olives with her. At Easter and Christmas, she gave us the cards, and chocolate to our children.
I just did a quick search of the market in my neighbourhood and found that the flat type rentals, which used to be plentiful, have disappeared and expensive houses have become more prominent.
Also, houses for sale seem to be very popular.
I have overheard of a property in the AU$700k range being viewed by over 100 people, and the latest issue of the Japanese property newsletter says
"In Cairns, there are more buyers than properties for sale, and asking prices are rising.”
With interest rates at an all-time low, the market seems to be very active, but it may also be commonplace to see wealthy people from areas that are still under lockdown moving north to find freedom.
Our family moving history
Cairns is in the midst of a period of high house prices, so what is the situation with my family?
Well, we live in a property that we own and are paying off the mortgage. Without the homestay period when I did early in my stay, this is the fifth house I have lived in since arriving in Australia.
The first one was a house in Ipswich, which we had signed up for through a real estate agent.
After six month of separate stays for the culture experience program, I moved into my husbands homestay house. Then a week later, we moved to this house.
It was a simple two-bedroom house. It had a gap in the floor where you could see the ground.
We were so busy with work that we neglected to cut the grass in the garden, and when we received a 'warning letter' we rushed to cut the grass. Also I was chasing the neighbours' two dogs in the house when they came in without permission.
It was in this house that working-holiday friends and Japanese lady who wanted to do training at the winery stayed in the second bedroom.
The second house was rented privately by the owner of the winery where we worked, who had bought the property as an investment.
It was an old Queenslander, a dwelling on stilts, set in a 1000 square metre plot.
Here we had two children and got to know our neighbours.
The elderly couple next door, who were celebrating their golden wedding anniversary, were always tending their huge garden together, and the neighbours on the other side of the house were a family with school-age children who made us feel welcome, even though our English was poor. Our son, from the age of one, went to the Daycare centre diagonally opposite the house, and the owners lived across the back yard, so we felt safe and secure.
The third house, we flew to Cairns.
In Ipswich, there were very few buildings that looked like flats, only houses, but in Cairns there was an area full of flats called the Lego Block Area.
We first moved into a 'currently for sale' rental property that was recommended to us by a real estate agent.
In Australia, each unit complex has a different owner, and you may live in it or rent it out.
The property was on the first floor of a three-storey unit building, right next to the school that the children would be attending.
Initially, we had hoped for a property close to the beach, but this was not possible, and as we had to decide on housing from a distance (about 1700km apart), we signed for the "recommended property" as we were told.
However, as it turned out, the area we moved to was a popular one.
I hadn't actually done any research into Cairns' safety or popular places to live until then. We had just had our second child and my husband was busy looking for a job, so we didn't have time to think about it.
However, we ended up living in a popular area of Cairns and our children went to a popular primary school.
By the way, in the first floor of the unit, there is no ground.
There is only a wide verandah at the entrance, from which if you flick a tablecloth with crumbs, it will fall on the verandah of the ground floor residents.
As a family with children, we really wanted to have a ground, so we didn't wait six months to move.
The fourth house was a townhouse with a small backyard, right next to the primary school.
I had been secretly hoping to find a place to live here when I went for my daily walk.
The flat was smaller in size than the previous one, but it was neat and comfortable to live in. There was a staircase leading to the first floor, which the children often climbed and played on. Of course they sometimes fell down.
The backyard faced Seasonal Creek, which becomes a river during the wet season, and we panicked once when a goanna (monitor lizard) slipped through a gap in the fence. It was scary because it was about a metre long and I wanted to make sure it was safe, so I called a neighbour and he widened the gap in the fence and let goanna go.
Here we made friends with the children and I baked lots of sweets. My motto was "good food from a small kitchen" and the house was small that it felt like a base from which we could go out and play.
But
The rent went up.
I enjoyed living in this house, which had good relationships and was close to the school, but when I got a job I decided to buy our house.
This is the fifth one we have now.
It's a bit far from the popular area near the primary school, but it's near the beach, which we were originally wanted.
Gentrification
When you rent in Australia, there is an event that makes you aware that you are "renting".
Every six months, the rental property is checked by a real estate agent. There are some people here who live in terrible conditions, so the real estate agent will prevent and check the room to make sure it is okay.
I would get a letter saying "I will be visiting you at this date this time, so please be at home" and I would clean up and get ready, but I would wait and wait and wait and wait.
When I was away on business, I received friendly comments, but when I was home and present, I received a complaint about the dirty window flames, so I vowed to be away from now on.
On another occasion, when I wanted to visit a rental property I wanted to live in, the estate agent did not show up at the appointed time. I realised that this is how tenants are treated.
On the contrary, when we looked around to buy a house, I felt that the real estate agents were very polite. I couldn't help but wonder if renters are in a weaker position after all.
At the beginning of this article, I mentioned the rental vacancy rate of 1.1%.
The landlord can raise the rent and choose who he wants to rent to.
Recently, I have been occasionally cleaning backpacker accommodation.
Now that interstate travelers are not allowed to come here, people who have lost their homes may use these hostel or camp sites until they can find another place to live.
If they still can't find the place to live, will they have to give up their jobs, schools and other things to go to a cheaper area?
Is this what you call gentrification?
8.2.2021
DAYS/ Tsukie Akizawa Column
Green and Gold
The Day rolling Sushi at primary school
The School FETE
In 2011, a year after we moved to Cairns, my son started his primary school life. The first year at school is preparation grade. In Queensland, it is called ‘Prep’, and is mainly for four to five year olds.
My husband and I were born and raised in Japan, so we were not familiar with primary schools in Australia. A little while after my son started school, we were informed that they needed to help with School FETE.
Apparently, the FETE is a big school-wide festival. It is usually held on a Saturday afternoon in early to mid-August each year at the primary school where the children attend.
It is run by P&C (Parents and Citizens'), an organisation similar to the PTA (Parent-Teacher Association) in Japan.
There will be a stage set up and emcee, food stalls, cakes, sweets, jams, plants, toys, lucky dip and second hand items for sale, attractions such as ducky pond and a haunted house, auctions and a raffle ticket draw. All of these events are organised by volunteers. There will also be a mobile amusement park operator.
It was our first year and they were looking for someone to be in charge of a stand serving alcohol called ‘Over 18's BAR’. It's a primary school event, but to our surprise they have a space for parents and staff to have a drink.
They were actually proud of the fact that they were a community that had "never had a problem with serving alcohol", I heard them say here and there.
"There was a heated debate a few years ago about whether to do it or not.”
I think it was because Australia is so strict about alcohol sales that the school comunity were proud of it.
In Australia, staff who serve alcohol are required to have a Responsible Service of Alcohol (RSA) licence, which my husband has always held because of his job as a bottle shop crew. He (and I) also worked in a winery where he often did on-site tastings, so he has a good idea of what is required for such a booth. It smelled like "our territory".
When we saw that they are keep looking for the convenor of the alcohol booth, we decided to say “We do”.
With a "thank you", the P&C chairman smiles and explains about this booth.
We are told that there was simply no one in charge here, but that it was an easy booth with everything already arranged. In fact, our biggest task was simply to find the sales staff for the day. Normally, each booth has a class in charge and volunteers are recruited mainly from the parents of the class. However, the alcohol booth, by its very nature, was not assigned to a class and it was difficult to recruit people. After all, we have only just moved to the city and we are still parents of prep kid.
It would have been fine if we had stayed at the booth for the entirety of the FETE, but we knew it was an event that we had to work together to create, so we made a small effort to reach out to people, including a father who had just met us. On the day of the event, we were assisted by an experienced man who gave us a lot of support as newcomers.
We were prepared for the possibility that we might get some complaints about the alcohol we were selling at the primary school. But when I opened the door, I was surprised to find that people were drinking smartly. Also our small children did their best to keep us company.
Even so, it was not a booth that existed every year, perhaps because some people found the combination of "primary school" and "alcohol" difficult.
After all, this was the only time we were in charge of this booth.
The "Japanese" parents had a much bigger mission in mind.
Japanese Sushi Stall
The first year, my husband and I were in charge of the alcohol booth, but because we were Japanese, we were also asked to help out at the Sushi stall.
The Sushi stall was set up by a group of Japanese parents in the past to sell the popular sushi rolls. It consists of teriyaki chicken & avocado, tuna mayo & cucumber and a vegetarian version.
Perhaps Sushi means Japanese, there was no class in charge of the sushi stall, and they were just talking to the Japanese parents to get people to help.
As you may have noticed, Cairns has a large number of Japanese descent people living in the city, and therefore a large number of their children are attending schools. The numbers vary in each school, but at my children's primary school, 10% of the students in my son's year were of Japanese descent, and a similar number in my daughter's year. (In some grades, there are only a few, of course.)
This booth is only possible at certain schools. Because of the amount of work that goes into preparing and selling the sushi rolls made by the parents, and because not all of the parents who are invited to participate in the event are able to do so. At our children's school, it was also possible to involve the Japanese teachers, as Japanese is the second language
Anyway, "If you're Japanese, join the Sushi Stall at the FETE!" and I have been rolling the sushi every FETE Saturday morning since my son was in Prep.
In 2017, when my son was in YEAR 6 - the last grade, I accepted to become the Sushi stall convenor.
Cake or Sushi
Until then, I had always rolled sushi every year, but I was more than happy to make whole cakes and cupcakes to sell at the other booths.
Think about it.
I could bake and decorate as many cupcakes as I wanted all day long. You can take a photo of all the cakes and smile. Then we can take them to the stall, where they will be appreciated and the customers will be able to choose the best one for them.
What could be more fun than that?
At the Cake Stall, children create art on cake boxes to hold whole cakes and other items. This is a competition for each level of the school year to see who can design the best cake box, and in order to take part, they must have a homemade cake inside. One year I filled four boxes, there were my son’s and daughter's plus extra two boxes.
One year I put a whole cake in the box, and other year I put Castella (eggy sweet cake) and Dorayaki(Red sweet bean paste sanded with pair of sweet pancakes) in the box. I was thrilled when I made an assortment of cookies and cakes, inspired by a Japanese cake shop.
However, from 2017, I have decided to take on the responsibility of the Sushi stall, baking the minimum number of cakes required.
All the parents of the past years are leaving the school when their children graduate. If someone does not take over, the stall will not remain. And the school's FETE will always have Sushi!
Since then, with the exception of last year, when the FETE itself was not held, I have been in charge, sometimes as the main and sometimes as a sub.
The Convenor
The view from the person in charge (the convenor) was completely different from the one I had when I only attended the sushi roll on Saturday mornings.
Gathering new people, especially the parents of newly enrolled children.
Getting permission to use each facility that we would be using. For the prep work the day before, we borrowed a facility called the Tuck Shop, which sells lunches and snacks at the school, and for the sushi rolls on the day, we borrowed a facility called Outside School care (OSHC).
We then apply for the tables and other equipment needed for the day, and order the food.
We attend a meeting with the people in charge, and ask the parents to lend us their rice cooker to cook the rice.
There was a lot of work to be done.
Thankfully, since 2017, when I took charge, Sushi stall has had a class. It was great to be able to ask the class to recruit sales staff. We also started to ask for donations of food.
"There are usually a few parents in the class who are very supportive and say, "I can't make sushi, but what can I do?
Not only from the class, but also from Japanese parents who say "Thank you for being a convenor this year".
I feel really rewarded when I receive this kind of feedback, and my tear glands, which have started to loosen with age, seem to get looser and looser.
To say truth, I would not have taken on the role of Convenor this year if no one stands up to this roll from the younger year group. The stall wouldn't have lasted if someone hadn't been motivated to take it on, but I didn't feel that it was something I should force myself to do.
But in fact, someone came forward to run for the position, and the class teacher and Japanese teacher were very supportive.
I was completely motivated by this situation and became co-convenor with a new parent and we are working together.
This year, FETE will be held on 14 August, from 3pm to 8pm, and as I write this, we are in the thick of preparations.
All the proceeds from the FETE will be used to improve and enhance the school environment for the children, including school equipment and play equipment.
Even the person in charge of a stall finds it hard, but the person in charge of the management of this event has a lot of work to do. It's all about our children, but if we can all share a good time together, we will be able to do it again next year.
I would like to thank you for making it possible to hold the even in these times.
7.2.2021
DAYS/ Tsukie Akizawa Column
Green and Gold
Corkscrew and Australian Days
2002 Work at the winery
I came to Australia in February 2002.
After my culture exchange stay with a host family for six months, I joined my husband at the winery where he worked.
My husband loved alcohol and worked at a bottle shop in Japan, where he was in charge of giving mini-quizzes to the casual workers to increase their knowledge as much as possible. I had just joined him at the winery, and although I had heard some stories about it, I had very little knowledge about alcohol and was not very strong.
Because of this, the knowledge I gained at the winery was everything new, and the fact that I was experiencing it in Australia and not in Japan was exciting in itself. From the cellar door (the wine sales area), we could see the stainless steel tanks and barrels in the winery (production area). I was proud to say customers could taste the wine with that environment was the way it should be.
I learned about the basic methods of making wine, the difference between brewed and distilled, and understood that growing grapes and making wine are not always completed in the same winery. I also had the opportunity to experience the Australian wine movement at wine fairs held at Brisbane's Agricultural Festival, Ekka, and other events.
At festivals and other events, we go out for on-site tasting and sales, and at the winery, we hosted various parties surrounded by wine barrels. And a life of drinking wine on a daily basis, from commercial products to those in the process of production, and learning to taste it.
It was during this time that I was able to help out with various behind-the-scenes tasks as a scullery maid at the winery, while at the same time getting a glimpse of Australian culture.
One day, I realized that our lives consisted of nothing more than a round trip between home, work and the supermarket. But I was not dissatisfied.
Going to work gave me a variety of experiences (out of necessity), and the small local Japanese community was very comfortable. The owner of the winery and his wife were immigrants from Canada, so we felt like mate who only had family back home, and we got together to celebrate every event. They were like my guardians and very reassuring to me.
2010 Move to Cairns
While working at the winery, I had given birth to two children.
And soon after having our second child, my husband had decided to resign from the winery.
At the time, the winery was going through a difficult time due to the overproduction of wine throughout Australia.
I was so busy raising my children that I would go to work for a few hours once a month just to sort out paperwork, and the winemaking staff was slowly being cut back.
My husband had always said that he wanted to own his own winery eventually, but now that he had a child of his own, he wanted to focus on his family.
He decided to move to Cairns, where it was easier to go to Japan.
Perhaps it was because he was unemployed when he moved here, but Cairns was a completely foreign land to us.
What shocked me the most was that when I saw people of Japanese descent in supermarkets, they would all look away. The town of Ipswich, where I had lived until then, was about the same size as Cairns in terms of population, but I could only small number of Japanese families and most of them were acquaintances. It was the kind of area where if you find a Japanese person you didn't see before in the supermarket, you would say hello to them anyway.
There were so many Japanese tourists and young working holidaymakers in Cairns. It makes difficult to distinguish who is a tourist and who is a local. There are about 3,000 people of Japanese descent living in the city. It is not at all unusual to see Japanese people, and they doesn’t need to have more Japanese Friends.
Nevertheless, I was able to fit in this place thanks to my son, who was almost four years old at the time, and my five-month-old daughter.
When I went to the health centre to get my kids vaccinate, I heard about the Japanese playgroup near my place, and little by little I met more mothers who knew each other.
My husband gave up to find the brewing job and got a position at a bottle shop again. He made a good relationship with his working mate like having a Christmas party.
2021 Present
I worked at the hotel as housekeeping - a job that required me to move more than think - for six and a half years. After that, I am now spending my time in a more sedentary way.
My children are now 15 and 11 years old respectively.
Hardly a handful.
Early last year, just before the recent pandemic, I visited Ipswich for the first time in ten years.
It was a gruelling four days and three nights, but each night we were able to stay a different friend's home and rejoice in the reunion.
We also visited the hospital where the children were born, the daycare centre where my son went, the house where we used to live, and the winery where we worked.
The winery was shut the door in 2011 and is now inhabited by the former owner couple.
A former colleague has also set up his own distillery in part of the winery, producing small quantities of high quality gin and brandy.
The view from the winery was idyllic, with cows grazing in the pastures, but ten years later I was brought back to reality by the increasing number of buildings, including veterinary clinics and houses.
The neighbourhood general store had changed from being owned by a Chinese legend to an Indian, and the place where I used to buy my favourite Australian beef pies had been replaced by a chain petrol station with a big face.
In ten years, of course, many things have changed.
My experiences at the winery were a stepping stone to my life in Australia. The Bed & Breakfast where I spent the first six months of my Australian life has been sold and host family couple is now retired. I won't be visiting that place again.
It's been a long time since I've had a corkscrew to hand and I've taken it out into the sunshine.
Back in 2002, when most Australian wines were still corked, I did my best to learn how to open them with a corkscrew. Gradually, I stopped cutting my fingers.
In time, however, screw caps became the norm, easily opened with a twist, and the corkscrew was no longer needed (and the cork-smelling wine disappeared).
The corkscrew is a symbol of our early life in Australia.
We rarely use it anymore, but we will never throw it away.
I've been reminded that what I thought happened only a short time ago is now completely in the past, but I'm going to spend the rest of my days with the knowledge that “I've been accepted and have made the effort”.
I hope I am not looking at a flash back that was said you see it when you going to die.
6.2.2021
DAYS/ Tsukie Akizawa Column
Green and Gold
Do it yourself
Cultural Exchange through Home Cooking
I landed in Australia in 2002.
I lived with a host family apart from my husband for the first six months. The purpose of my stay was to have a cultural exchange through home-cooked food, so I inevitably had many opportunities to serve Japanese food at my host family's home.
The host family lived in a house in the mountains, so the availability of Japanese cooking ingredients was limited, and the Asian grocery store was over an hour's drive away.
Nevertheless, my host family already had seasonings such as miso, mirin(sweet sake), and soy sauce, and I was able to make Japanese food from the beginning of my stay.
However, even for Japanese food, vegetables such as white spring onions, lotus roots, burdocks, and bamboo shoots are not easy to find. Daikon (Japanese white radish) is another vegetable that is not easy to find, but luckily it was available in the neighbourhood where we stayed.
My host family was the type of people who were willing to try new foods.
But they had never had daikon before, I thought it was worth cooking to them!
At first, I made grated daikon and used it as a Japanese style sauce for Hamburg steak (Minced patty).
The family always cooks only chunks of meat, so they had difficulty with the minced meat dish, but I convinced them to mince the chunks.
I remember that they enjoyed the grated daikon because of its refreshing aftertaste.
Next, I wanted them to taste the flavour of the daikon itself, so I cooked it with dried shiitake mushrooms in the style of furo-buki-daikon.
As I was boiling the daikon in rice water for preparation, my host mother came to the kitchen, her nose twitching in surprise at the unique smell.
However, when she tried a bite at dinner, she said, “Oh, it's delicious!”
She seemed to like the simple, unconventional taste along with the soup stock that seeped out from the daikon.
It was the moment when the memory of the unpleasant smell was erased.
Another thing I often made was sushi rolls.
Sushi rolls are considered to be a healthy food by the people here, and the supermarkets had rice and seaweed for sushi in the international food section.
I made sushi with teriyaki chicken, tuna mayonnaise, and smoked salmon, which are still a staple in our house almost 20 years later because they are easy to find and taste great.
The sushi rolls became just the right cultural exchange activity, and we invited our neighbours and family for a sushi party.
Even Japanese people living in Australia are not always good at making sushi rolls with maki-su(rolling mat).
Everyone was trying to roll sushi first time,
“Can I do it?”
“How do you roll it?”
We had a great time eating the sushi that was rolled up a little awkwardly.
When the host family's grandchildren came to visit, I made takikomi-gohan(seasoned rice) with shiitake mushrooms, chicken, carrots, and turnips.
The grandchild was the age just finished his solid, but he seemed to enjoy the soy sauce flavoured rice and asked for seconds.
Nikujyaga(Meat and potatoes), Gyudon(beef bowl), Teriyaki chicken, simmered pumpkin, boiled spinach, vinegared cucumber, miso soup, fried rice…During my stay, I made these dishes that are commonly made in Japanese homes.
It was interesting to see how even ordinary Japanese dishes can become a cultural exchange when presented in Australia.
On the other hand, a dinner of roast meat and vegetables from the oven, which is common in Australia, seemed fresh to me.
Making things by myself
From the beginning of my stay in Australia, I was in an environment where I was actively involved in cooking, so even after I rejoined my husband, It was less pressure to make things by myself.
In fact, being forced to cook by ourself may be a "typical Japanese thing to do when moving abroad.
In big cities and areas where many Japanese people live, such as Cairns, there are Japanese restaurants. Also Asian food stores and Japanese food stores.
However, the prices are not cheap.
And the taste may not the same you think.
If you miss the taste of home, it is quicker to make it yourself.
Thankfully, if you are working here, you can usually go home on time regardless of your gender.
This means that you have time to cook every day.
My husband started cooking dinner regularly when I had a baby.
Now that my older son is 15, my husband can make white sauce with butter and flour.
In the past, he have tried to make Ramen noodles and soup stock. He have also made natto(fermented soy beans).
Couple days ago, he used a rolling pin to pound cooked sticky mochi rice into rice cakes.
I often make bread, cakes, Japanese sweet and more.
Of course, I sometimes buy ready-made food or sweets from cake shops.
Love it! The fact that I know the process of cook makes them even more delicious, and I am grateful for that.
Sometimes I think about it.
If I had been living in Japan, would I have thought to cook so much by myself?
When I was a university student, a friend of mine was dextrously cooking a deep fried meal in a small kitchen with a single burner stove.
Although I thought it was wonderful, I did not make deep fried food at home.
I tend to eat them at restaurants and they are easily available at supermarkets.
Next time, the same friend was kneading the bread dough on the table.
Again, I was amazed and thought to myself, “Bread takes so much time and is so easy to buy at the local store.”
Even after I got married, I often met my husband at AkaNoren(casual restaurant)
after work or had dinner at a Chinese restaurant.
But after I left Japan and started to miss it, I finally got the idea that I wanted to try and make things by myself.
In addition to food, I have tried my hand at making acrylic scrubbers, soap, and face lotion.
During my homestay, my Australian host mother was sewing her own two-piece suit.
My host father, who was originally in the timber business, had a woodworking shop at home where he made chests of drawers and other furniture.
I was told that they made the house they lived in and most of the furniture in the house themselves.
Perhaps my way of thinking naturally changed when I was surrounded by people who worked with their hands as a matter of course.
I grew up in a rural area on the border of a prefecture.
The meals prepared at home were mainly vegetables from the family garden.
Dried plums and pickles are also homemade.
We were using the vault toilets at home.
When I was an impressionable middle and high school student, the economic boom (Bubble we call) came.
We were surrounded by a lot of advertisements encouraging various kinds of consumption.
Unknowingly.
It seems that we had unwittingly developed the image that "everything is handmade = country = old-fashioned = somewhat embarrassing”.
Now that I can actively think about "making various things by myself," I feel that being able to create what I want by myself is a very rich thing.
It is an important asset that no one can steal.
And it is also something that I can control.
I sincerely believe that for me, going abroad was not only a way to get away from my comfortable environment, but also a chance to act on my own axis.
5.2.2021
DAYS/ Tsukie Akizawa Column
Green and Gold
I like the morning
I like the morning.
I was the person who is oversleeping until I was 30 years old, so people who know me in the past may be surprised, but I like the morning.
About an hour before the alarm clock beep at 5:45, both hungry domestic cats come to my bed. They are walking on the bed, licking my fingers and lying by my side until me to wake up.
I finally wake up, feed the cats first in the morning, clean the cat's litter box and go out to the yard, and if I'm lucky I can see just beautiful sunrise. Also you can hear the birds singing near and far.
I'm glad I was up at this moment.
At the beginning of marriage, husbands often went to work early in the morning.
We were still in Japan.
I bet the good wife get up earlier than husband and prepare his breakfast.
However, I couldn’t wake up like that but my own pace, and I was very grateful that my husband was the type of person who did not care about it.
Thanks to him, I was not obsessed with the sense of duty and urgency that I had to get up early and take care of my husband.
I came to Australia and stayed away from my husband. During my 6-month homestay, I was living with my daily routine with host family.
Wake up at 7am and prepare our breakfast with them.
Morning tea, lunch, afternoon tea.
We cook supper/dinner after 5 pm.
I spend my time in the living room until about 10pm, then go to my room.
Repeating this routine.
I'm not good at English, but I realise that it's more comfortable to get up at the same time every day and live in the same routine.
There was no suffocation for the fixed framework of life,
I was able to think
"What should I do in my spare time today? “
(Cross-stitching handicrafts, reading cookbooks, borrow their kitchen to cook by myself, helping them and occasionally opening an English dictionary, etc. It was like earthly away life without the work for bread and butter for me)
When I joined my husband and had a first child, I became more responsible and could wake up in the morning.
In Japan, we had ‘Radio exercises’ activity everyday in the early morning (6:30) during summer vacation for elementary school students.
Until the 5th grade, I rarely joined it. But when I was in the 6th grade and was assigned to my area for that activity, I woke up every morning and was able to do demonstrate in front of everyone.
I was remembering it.
As usual, my husband was still independent man and didn’t need my support in the morning, so after my breakfast, I had a gaping time.
I push the stroller with my baby every day and go out for a walk. I could make my daily routine, I could know it gives me a mental margin in my child-rearing life.
After my younger child turned three, I started housekeeping job at the hotel. We had to leave home at 6:45 in the morning at first, to let my two children dropping off to kindergarten and the before school care.
At this time, It was with a sense of duty to get up early. It was for keeping up with my schedule but any joy.
I feel it was miracle that children aged 3-4 and 7-8 at the time got up at 6 o'clock and left home 6:45 every my working days. I appreciate to my kids they could follow my schedule.
When I was driving with my children in the car same timing, I could see the change in the time of sunrise.
When the hot and humid summer went and changing to the cool down season, the sun from the east is dazzling to me.
I was working at the hotel for 6 and a half years, so every year I took down the sun visor,
"The pleasant season is finally here."
I was thinking and squinting at the glare.
The alarm of my mobile beep at 5:45 now.
I have enough time to do extra stuff after waking up.
I can take care of the cat and then capture the beautiful morning sky of the sunrise on the camera.
If it’s my day off, I can even go see the beach.
It's hard to overdo something at night, like when I was in twenties.
Morning time is aspiration time.
That's why I like the morning.
4.1.2021
DAYS/ Tsukie Akizawa Column
Green and Gold
High School Drama
Improvisation night
Last night, I went to the high school where my son attended.
Australian high schools are basically middle and high school combined.
It is suitable for people aged 11 and 12 to 17 and 18.
My son, born in May, would be a third-year junior high school in Japan this year, but he is first-year high school (year 10) student here.
Japanese school starts in April, whereas Australian school starts at the end of January, meaning people of the same age have a 2 grade difference. I know about it but is still always surprising. When my son entered primary school as a preparatory grade (PREP, we call), he was only four years old.
My son wanted to go to see his friends drama performance.
My 11-year-old daughter also wanted to see, too. So I also joined them.
It was an improvisational play at the high school’s auditorium.
Among the students who are learning drama at school, older children were divided into teams to challenge in a drama game of the theme selected on the spot and compete for points.
The younger students were showing off the original skits they had practiced in advance between the drama games.
There were games such as:
-A story with the same content, played in different emotions such as “over joyed", "negatively", and "romantic".
-The number of people who participate in the performance is increased one by one, and when all the members perform, the number is reduced one by one.
-While acting, seeing the supporter's pantomime, inferring keywords and using them in dialogue,
The content was as good as an adult.
At primary and junior high schools, I have also participated in plays at school festivals and club activities.
Many people may have participated in plays at Japanese schools, too.
However, for me, who has never learned Drama professionally, I'm just overwhelmed by the students' mastery.
It was such an event last night, but for them it can be said that it is a public lesson with an audience. Because their "production" is the musical that will be held at the city theatre later this year.
When I went to see "Sing in the rain" two years ago, the audience was overwhelmed by the dignified performance. It's a musical, they're good at singing. Even romantic acting.
The performance of the dance team was great, and it actually “Raining” on stage, which was a hot topic in the local newspaper.
Many times I wondered many times that everyone was really high school students walking around school every afternoon.
I was also amazed at the clarity of their answers when they appeared on a local radio show for publicity.
How reliable they were!
By the way, I remember watching a Disney movie called "High School Musical". In the English-speaking world, high school students who perform well may be common.
Programs of Excellence in 2022
My daughter who wanted to watch the drama is currently in the sixth grade of primary school.
She is 11 years old now, born in November, the same as in the 6th grade from April in Japan, too.
Sixth graders are in the middle of the high school exam season right now.
However, you can usually go to a public school in the school catchment area without taking an examination.
Students who want to participate in this drama-like activities at school what we saw last night are required to take an extracurricular activity called the Excellence Program.
This exam is also a common route for those who want to cross-border admission to a school outside the school catchment area. At least in Cairns.
High school excellence programs in the school district include STEM (academic), music (chorus / instrument), sports (soccer, hockey, basketball), art, drama, and dance, and more, although there are some differences in subjects depending on the each school.
You can take as many exams as you like.
My daughter who wanted to watch the drama activity last night, participates in the examination of this drama course.
When I talked about taking the drama exam during the interview with her class teacher, he said, "I can't imagine it because she's quiet in the class," but it seems that the drama played by everyone is less embarrassing than speaking in front of the class by herself.
Listen to it, I remembered how a wonderful professional actor got very nervous once he was asked to comment.
It's nothing more than a parent idiot to line up a daughter who is still in the future and an actor who already has the ability on the same line.
"Learn acting"
In Japan, you might think of a child actor, but drama is one of Cairns' popular activities.
Is it because self-expression, memory, courage, creativity, application, etc. are trained?
It may be useful no matter what profession you get in the future. I'm sure it is.
When taking the exam for my daughter's drama, the challenge is to memorise and preform a paragraph of text.
I have already given the assignment form to my daughter, so I want her to proceed at her own pace.
Last night’s event, the view was interesting, but the performing wasn't easy. But even after watching the improvisation, my daughter wasn't demotivated to take the exam, so I thought she was strong.
