When their whispers so persistent keep unravelling the corners of your mind, it’s like vultures plucking on the tired flesh of an exhausted antelope, eyes open. Why, you're faded leather now, tattered and worn down by just "being" with only yourself to blame. You were indeed always so immaculately pure, no hand would have left you untouched. There you lie almost feverish, deep and slow breaths carrying the weight of the world, nigh impossible to ignore, please look in this direction, I am here. Oh rancorous. Hate, hate. Violence begets more violence begets love and kisses, gentle butterflies dancing on a croon song. There the hungry whispers echo and orbit, incessant drums, demands uttered by rapacious men of multitude, by the time they reach you they have become but forlon sighs so desperate for love they're choking even each other. Some toxins mingle with the light taste of almost-tears. From the corners of your mouth almost-words get sparsely released into puffs of hot air and nicotine. Suddenly the whispers stop, the only sound left to leak is the gentle beat of a dying heart.
"You're in your early 20's, in other words one of those sad attempts at adult. The airport is rather huge and the destination you're heading to is virtually a mystery. Even though you have a lot of luggage with you, you feel as if you might as well have departed naked. You are headed for Japan. You're the one that insisted on studying Japanese so... Good luck mate."
Imagine this being your situation as someone ushers you onto a plane towards this rather obscure destination called "Kagoshima". The word "Shima" means island so you're literally heading for an unknown island. If it were Tokyo you would at least have had some inkling of what you could be expecting thanks to the probably stereotyped view the media leaks into the average western family's living rooms. Tokyo is modern; it's the future,. There are robots, crazy stalls and inventions with smiling Japanese people politely trying to serve your every whim. Tokyo seems great. But then what in the name of the divine hootemetoot is a "Kagoshima" ? Clearly, you haven't watched enough anime for this. Maybe you should have researched a little beforehand instead of spending your time playing video games until deep into the am'Zzz... Yes? Hello, good morning. No stress, these kind of things happen to the best... and to the mentally challenged.
So, what exactly is this place called Kagoshima? Time to open this handy booklet you were given by one of those smiling adults on your way to your seat. Kagoshima is a prefecture in Japan and the place you are heading to is called Kagoshima-shi which is the capital city of Kagoshima prefecture. Kagoshima is located at the south western tip of the island "Kyuushuu." It is especially known for it's ginormous active volcano called "Sakurajima." Sakurajima means "Sakura island" in Japanese which would refer back to Kagoshima's reputation for having beautiful Sakura during spring. Many Japanese enjoy coming to Kagoshima to spend their time on "hanami" or "cherry-blossom-viewing" during this time of the year. Kagoshima's climate is rather hot so it is advisable to bring some sunscreen with you when you are going out sight-seeing for longer periods of time.
This type of description reminds you of another place in Italy you went to near lake Garda called Sermione. There was no active volcano but you did remember the beautiful sights, the sunny weather and blossoming nature accompanied with sights of lots of sun-burnt foreigners. The plane-ride will still be long so how about racking up some beautiful memories about Sermione to pass time. You have 11 hours so you better remember a lot.
Your brain starts to transport you back to your summer vacation in Sermione. As the details start to fill in you frown, maybe it wasn't all that great after all. You start to remember the parts you wish they would improve on. Sermione is a beautiful place but it is cluttered with tourists so definitely not the best place to go to when you're trying to improve on your authentic sounding Italian. Because of the amount of tourists the traffic moves at a snail-pace and when there are small openings people will work themselves in those openings with an aggression more befitting for a rugby team than dads driving their families to holiday destinations. The actual inhabitants of Sermione are out for your money one way or the other. They're all very much aware you're a tourist and therefore an ignorant bum when it comes to the average pricing of the most irrelevant gadgets out there. It is the average tourist rule that the higher the price the more valuable the item probably is. Locals are more than happy to oblige. It works because most tourists prefer to stay ignorant rather than having to put in some effort prior to travelling. Much like you right now on this plane to... well, somewhere, right? The last thing you think the whole of Sermione should definitely try to work on is a giant air conditioner to cool down the place after the sun has had its daily bout of barbecuing unprepared surface-dwellers. You're not sure how in any way that could practically be solved but you trust the technology of today and don't care enough to blast your brains through all the "real" possible solutions available. You look out of the window. If clouds were like snow you could probably get a truck and build some castles in the sk-...
You fell asleep. 11 hours have passed. You have arrived in Kagoshima. Awesome!
With some vigour you jump from your seat and collect your luggage, time to see what this place is all about. Your foot gets stuck behind someone's chair and you knock your head as you try to regain your balance. "Sumimasen" you shriek with your horrible anime wannabe accent to the person you managed to head-butt, rather painfully, in the shoulder. The other person looks at you with disdain and replies in what is probably a very offended version of Chinese. Oh man...
Time-skip. You are now outside of the airport. The first thing you note is the heat. The second is the sunburnt tourists. A car squeezes into an opening with the precision of a frog-tongue catching its prey mid-air. On your way to the taxi a Japanese salesman tries to sell you some junk for way more than it's probably worth, he is polite about it though. Flashbacks to Sermione. As your taxi-driver is hopefully driving you to your residence you start to dream about ginormous air conditioners in the sky. You wipe your sweaty brow, Japan could develop some robots for suspending the air conditioner in the sky, couldn't they? You conclude you should have studied for engineer instead.