When I asked him where is the best place I could find Japanese people, he told me about "Asian Women Club." I guess this is the starting point I should knock the door!
A couple days later, Mrs. ambassador called me to confirm about the club's next meeting. Oh my god, she called me directly. I am glad I remembered Japanese ambassador's family name otherwise I probably said, "WHO? Do I know you?" I think I did a good job to introduce myself on the phone.
January 16th, I went to the ambassador's house. There were about 25 people gathered and I say 20 were Japanese.
This meeting is kind a potluck style which everyone bring some food. "Here are the main dishes and the other room is for deserts," someone told me. Wait! I know this kind of situation. This feeling is almost forgotten but I still have strong flash back where I was in Virginia 20 years ago. I was a domestic helper of Japanese Air force family. I was taking care of 2 boys and stayed with them for 3 years. They had many home parties and invited American military people and Japanese visitors. Days of cooking and washing dishes all day in the backstage was my first experience of American life. My employer called me in the middle of the party when they tired of speaking English, I took off my apron and played piano for the guests for 10 minutes and returned to the kitchen again. I remember my fingers were all wrinkly due to the kitchen work but I just did a short performance.
I found a professional chef wearing a chef suits and working for the ambassador's house. I am here today in the living room with other guests and enjoying the food. I don't need to worry about the empty dishes. Well, I am deeply concerned with my experience totally opposite from 20 years ago. I just enjoy this feeling nobody know who I was. I missed my old self..........if I did not have that experience in VA for 3 years, probably I am not here in Africa right now.
It made my life much more interesting!