A Long and Winding Road: Cross-Cultural Connections Between Brazil, Australia and Japan

A Long and Winding Road: Cross-Cultural Connections Between Brazil, Australia and Japan

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My first experiences of Japan were so early in life that they are hazy in my memory.My neighbours in São Paulo City, a sprawling megalopolis in Brazil, were Japanese migrants.I was seven or eight when I first saw their festivals and performance presentations from my parents’ bedroom window.I remember my awe at their colourful costumes, masks and music.

On a daily basis I remember the pungent smell of the soy sauce they Adidas Longsleeve produced in a factory in their backyard.We also shopped at a small neighbourhood supermarket called Shinohara.We bought paper and sticks for our kites from a general store owned by another Japanese migrant.We would tell our mother that we were going to ride our bikes to the ‘Japonesa’ to get kite material.

At home, caqui (Japanese kaki) was my favourite fruit, but we also had all sorts of vegetables Hair Care Kits the Japanese migrants brought from Japan.We even called Japanese pumpkin by its Japanese name – kabocha.