{"id":3422,"date":"2013-02-20T10:44:51","date_gmt":"2013-02-20T10:44:51","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/soundslikewish.wordpress.com\/?p=3422"},"modified":"2013-02-20T10:44:51","modified_gmt":"2013-02-20T10:44:51","slug":"a-short-story-from-new-caledonia-about-japan-translated-from-french","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/soundslikewish.org\/?p=3422","title":{"rendered":"A Short Story from New Caledonia about Japan. Translated from French"},"content":{"rendered":"

Origami<\/span><\/em><\/h1>\n

by Anne Bihan<\/h3>\n

(\u00a9 Translation by Patricia J.F. Worth)<\/p>\n

Trembling.\u00a0 It’s what I do best. I\u2019m an expert at trembling. I have an incredible mastery of trembling. Had it since I was very small. Since the day I started kindergarten, the teacher has been telling my mother who comes to pick me up every day, running from the Sendai\u2013Minami Sanriku train; she has been telling my father who never misses a fete at the Shizugawa school: Your daughter, she trembles; it\u2019s amazing how she trembles; it\u2019s amazing how well she trembles.<\/em> Perhaps she didn\u2019t say exactly that at the end, Your daughter, how well she trembles<\/em>, but she looked so impressed that I think she did. I am the best at trembling.<\/p>\n

It began the first time someone said, All children under the table<\/em>. At first, I hesitated. When the voice repeated, All children under the table, the Earth is trembling<\/em>, I thought, it\u2019s the table with the red tablecloth, and on top of it all the flowers and the birds and the horses and the multicoloured lanterns of the origami class for the school fete, if it starts trembling, us underneath, no one to watch it, everything will be knocked to the ground, the fete knocked to the ground. But the voice insisted, so I slipped under the table with the others, and I thought the only thing to do was to tremble all together, me, us, the table, the flowers, the birds, the horses, the multicoloured lanterns of the origami class for the school fete. And that\u2019s what I did; every time, that\u2019s what I did and the teacher said, Your daughter, she\u2019s an earthquake on legs<\/em>; and the old doctor Tokiji Watanabe looked at me for a long time, a long time, and he said, There is actually a sickness called \u2018Essential Tremor\u2019 or \u2018Familial Tremor\u2019, but to be sure, we\u2019ll have to wait till she grows up, and she\u2019ll have to learn to live with it.<\/em><\/p>\n

Learn to live with it; Papa says, It\u2019s Shinto, it\u2019s knowing that everything is connected, nothing and no one is ever separated, it\u2019s our pride.<\/em> I\u2019m not sick, my name is Katsumi, Victorious Beauty<\/em>; my father chose my name and he never misses the school fete that takes a long time, a long time to get ready, sometimes all year, and every day when parents ask, What did you do today?<\/em>, me, Katsumi, I answer, Today we got ready for the school fete<\/em>, and the next day, and for days and days, when Papa or Mama asks What did you do today?<\/em>, always the same answer, Today we got ready for the school fete.<\/em><\/p>\n

This morning, Friday 11th March 2011, for the school fete, for the origami class, I brought in some beautiful old paper that Grandma Sadako gave me. There\u2019s a drawing on it that frightens me, but Papa says, Fear is like the tengu, like trembling, you must tame it; take this picture, it\u2019s by Hokusai, our \u2018Old man mad on painting\u2019, his Great Wave off Kanagawa, it\u2019s everywhere in the world, it\u2019s our pride.<\/em> So I dared to take it because folding, it calms my trembling, and especially because I saw her in the folds, the creases, the teeth and the claws of the sea on the paper: the crane of my dream. She was just waiting for me so she could fly away. And that\u2019s what I did. All morning, I had to fight with this rotten drawing and my trembling. In the end, she was standing on the table with the red tablecloth; the one\u2011thousandth crane for Grandma Sadako, who folds one every day, saying, It\u2019s my prayer<\/em>; and she was the most beautiful, too.<\/p>\n

She\u2019s Prussian blue and yellow ochre, with greys like you\u2019ve never seen over her whole body; here pale like shellfish soup, there dark like pea soup, and a very white spot on her throat. The great wave living inside her doesn\u2019t frighten me any more. Papa is right. Everything is connected, no one is separated. It was 2.30pm when the voice shouted, All children, quick, the Earth\u2019s trembling.<\/em> I held her close to me under the table with the red tablecloth. Both of us lying down, folded, patient. When I put her up to my ear, I clearly heard the roar of the sea; Mama, running from the Sendai\u2013Minami Sanriku train; Papa, his footsteps, full of pride, coming to the school fete. She was just waiting for me so she could fly away. I\u2019m not trembling any more.<\/p>\n

Anne Bihan, Noumea, New Caledonia, 29 April 2011<\/p>\n

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‘Great Wave off Kanagawa’, Hokusai (Image courtesy Wikipedia)<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

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Origami by Anne Bihan (\u00a9 Translation by Patricia J.F. Worth) Trembling.\u00a0 It’s what I do best. I\u2019m an expert at trembling. I have an incredible mastery of trembling. Had it since I was very small. Since the day I started kindergarten, the teacher has been telling my mother who comes to pick me up every … <\/p>\n

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