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by tetsu95jp | 2007-11-11 18:12 | 3.Vancouver area
Journey from a room with large bay windows (9)
One day, a moving dealer of Vancouver cooperating with a Japanese carrier I asked gave me a letter via Tony's place that my effects has arrived at Vancouver dock. I had to clear the Customs Office by myself. However, the Customs Office person said on the phone I should not be able to receive my stuff as long as I haven't completed my immigration yet.
My immigration consultant in Tokyo advised me it might be impossible to settle the problem. As for the Vancouver carrier, she first said it was my own problem not hers. When I insisted that the Japanese carrier didn't mention any possibilities of such a trouble before shipping, she suggested me to go to another Customs Office which is located in the next city of Vancouver saying she can negotiate it with an acquaintance officer there.
Visiting the office, I got the permission all too soon. I wondered what the Canadian justice was. Anyway, I made it moved and kept at Tony's house until I settle somewhere, as he promised to. In return, I concentrated in my room of YWCA on completing the blueprint of the web-site which focuses on healthy and beauty Canadian products for Japanese market.
My immigration consultant, Mr Saito, rushed me to acquire 7 all score in IELTS (International English Language Testing System), which was required to immigrate into Canada in the skilled worker category, to make it for the immigration interview supposed to occur in that summer. So I decided to enter an appropriate English school as well as French (French ability skills was said to be advantage for me). But before go further, I wanted to travel around the country because I didn't think I know Canada enough to immigrate.
I determined to go around BC (British Columbia) and then English and French schools. There were few days remained in staying at YWCA. Soon after finishing the draft of the web-site, Tony and I planned a photo-shooting for the products and a model. Even though I sent him a detailed schedule of shooting along with things I wanted him to prepare, he seemed not serious not seeing what I sent well. I wondered if that was the Bangladesh style, and at the same time I began feeling every Canadian jobs seem not professional but much like amateur.
I have been involved in advertising industry of Japan over 15 years as copywriter and later creative director. Upon immigration, I intended to further develop my career in not only in Canada but also in the USA with ambition, since Immigrants of Canada are allowed to work also in the US. Vancouver area's advertisements appeared to me a little bit behind the time, but among them I found a quite interesting one, Richmond Centre's, in a well-organised free travellers' magazine, Visitor's Choice. That ad has quite a unique idea regardless of the consumers' background.
I called Visitor's Choice and visited the editor and art director. He said he didn't know who made the Richmond Centre's ad. Searching for on the Internet, I found it was made by an ad agency, DDB Canada. As everybody knew maybe, it was a member of world-famous DDB Group; I hesitated to contact them. My English ability should not be good enough to clear the criteria at work; therefore, I would make a presentation after finishing the English course I am taking.


Back then, actually I was in a plateau studying English in Japan and eager to break through it in an English speaking environment. When choosing a school among uncountable ones within a stone thrown in Vancouver, I had no idea. Many Downtown's were cheap but appeared like an extension of NOVA, a largest English conversation chain school in Japan, with the disgusting number of young international students from Asia.
I wanted an English course targeting on the new immigrants to use in daily life or at work. That seemed the only way to one up in English proficiency for an over 40-year-old man. At the same time, Mr Saito, the immigration consultant, recommended me to have a preparation course for English interviews as well as a French conversation course in order that my immigration interview may take place in that summer. Seemingly on the Internet such institute belong to universities.
At first, I visited Capilano College because it had both English and French course and appeared more like vocational. However, an office lady advised me its English curriculum was rather academic to enter universities and French course was not available soon. What she recommended instead was UBC (University of British Columbia), one of the best rated ones in Canada. Still, I was wondering Simon Fraser University's might be better because the English curriculum clearly explained on its web-site was for unexperienced young but for my area. However, its French course seemed not available then, either.
Other than universities' institutes, I also gave it a thought on Vancouver School Boards which offer so-called night schools. Finally, I decided on UBC with a night school course. With reputation as No,1 English school in Vancouver, the UBC English Language Institute had accommodations service by which I could home-stay with cheaper price than ever. It was $26 per day with 3 meals. Besides, in the same campus of UBC I could commute a French conversation course every Saturday. As for the night school, I was also able to commute every Monday and Wednesday night.
What I was concerned about UBC English Language Institute was despite of its expensive fee ($4,160 for April 5, 2004-June 24, 2004) there were few explanations on the curriculum of the program on its web-site. Having visited in person, I got no specific information. Maybe that's the style of UBC which has best reputation in English education around Vancouver, I thought.
by tetsu95jp | 2007-11-10 16:20 | 3.Vancouver area
Journey from a room with large bay windows (8)

by tetsu95jp | 2007-11-09 15:34 | 3.Vancouver area
Journey from a room with large bay windows (7)

by tetsu95jp | 2007-11-08 18:38 | 3.Vancouver area
Journey from a room with large bay windows (6)

by tetsu95jp | 2007-11-07 08:13 | 3.Vancouver area
Journey from a room with large bay windows (5)
After the dinner, Tony showed his new car, SUZUKI GRAND VITARA, with his Taiwanese wife, and they appeared very happy. However, soon after they divorced actually. According to Tony, they became to know each other in Japan. Although he had family with Japanese wife then, he came to Canada tempted by Mei, the wife back then, leaving the former wife and his child in Nagoya.
He was interested in establishing a virtual shop on the Internet. When I said I have been involved in advertising industry as copywriter and director so am happy to make the blueprints writing copies and taking pictures, he was so glad that he promised if I did he would do anything he could for me. So, I asked that he keep my moving effects I had shipped from Japan.
The problem was I couldn't use the Internet with my computer in my room to write the copies in Japanese. Even though the cheap rate, Can$25 per night, was attractive, I came to need another place. Since my interest of taking pictures was moving onto downtown area of Vancouver where it is too far from Steveston, I began looking for the next accommodations capable of hooking up my laptop to the Internet around Downtown.


One evening waiting for my bus at a transferring stop from Downtown to Steveston, I came across a strange event. A Caucasian school boy got on another bus registering his prepaid card valid for 90 minutes crossing the driver. Then moving inside to rear he pounded on the door nob to automatically open. In front of him was another boy, to whom he threw the card rapidly. Picking it up and following the queue, he also got on the same bus.
But, this was not the end of this event; the recipient giving the card back, the bad boy required money with glittering gesture! The weaker handed some small coin unwillingly; that must be smaller than Can$2 that is the prepaid fee. No one saw the incident but me. I glared at his flickering eyes to have him ashamed. Of all things, however, he didn't change his expression at all without stirring an inch and gave a look at me back as if nothing has happened.
Having spoken my surprise to Vincent, "Why he wasn't ashamed by you is because of his culture, cultural difference. He was a White, right? You see, here, Canada, is West. Their culture doesn't realise our common notion. They don't mind other people's eyes at all; instead, they follow their own ways." Funny thing I thought, "But I don't think here is West. Rather it should be between West and Orient. Canada has declared Multi-cultural Policy, hasn't it?" "I know just what you mean, still here is West today we have to say...," Vincent replied.
Vincent was helpful enough than driving me to search for cheap hotels with the Internet facility. Although Tony also told me that he would be able to introduce me to an appropriate place, that opportunity never came. Every now and then, he gave me a call at the B&B to visit, and five minutes after canceled without any reasons.
After staying the B&B, specifically there were no breakfasts though, for 1 month, I finally moved to YWCA in Downtown for 1 month rent at late February. Sure, for one reason or another, I was always moving - an easy matter when all my possessions lay in a huge backpack. Vancouver area was warmer than I expected. Rather almost rainy days in winter time bothered me, since I hate rain despite the fact that whenever I go out far it always begins raining.


I remember an awful experience when staying at the YWCA. I made it a rule to seek for cheap but delicious restaurants in Downtown. China town was so near that I strolled around nearly everyday, and found an extraordinary good one. Other than the taste, the potion was unbelievably huge; even seemingly big eaters in the crowded seats, I saw, left dishes unfinished with huge sighs. Canadian potions are far larger than Japanese all right, but this Chinese cheap restaurant was beyond it. However, it was so nice that I couldn't resist to eat out in every lunch successively. Meanwhile, suddenly a stabbing pain came in my anus and soon couldn't walk about for the pain.
At first, I thought my piles recurred since I had been having diarrhea and constipation in turn for unfamiliar foods, which is a cause of piles. Seeing a doctor with great effort taking a taxi, he easily concluded that that was merely for constipation. I couldn't believe it because I couldn't stand the acute pain, and thought he might be a quack. Unknowing another doctors in a foreign country, however, I had no choice except following his prescription.
My bed of YWCA was somewhat cold and I wasn't able to sleep at all with cold sweat. Late at nights, early in the mornings and of course in the daytimes, I tried to move my bowls again and again. But it seemed never to come. I cursed the heavily oily cooking at the restaurant. I would never forget the moment a piece of hard feces dropped out; with an unbearable tearing anus a mass as large as a small milk bottle gave me released.
There were a lot of Japanese restaurants not only in Downtown but also around Vancouver, but many of them were imitations run and cooked by Chinese, Korean and Nikkei. It was better taste where Japanese employees were hired. Nevertheless, I was sometimes disappointed even with them.
In a popular Japanese restaurant, I ordered a Katsudon. Then, they gave me a miso-soup and I was drinking it. Waiting the main not came, I drank up. So, I asked another miso-soup for having for a Katsudon, because it is a common notion in Japan. However, an ugly Japanese waitress demanded extra bill for it.
Somewhat, they, the Japanese employees, didn't keep authentic Japanese restaurants' manner here. They offered, a miso-soup for instance, before serving dishes in the Western style instead of offering at the same in the Japanese style. The miso-soup should go with and be with rice dishes at their best taste though. I thought adjusting Japanese good things into Canadian style in a bad result looks very funny and ridiculous, when Canadians mimic Japanese.
Walking around Downtown, quite a few homeless were begging money on the streets. What just different from Japan's situation was almost all of them were young enough to engage in certain jobs. There appeared little seriousness on their faces and they rather looked like philosophers. Later I noticed that the tender payment for jobless with little opportunities to earn better money deprived many people of eagerness to get jobs in this country.
Even considerable men once in a while spoke to me saying he wants me to lend money to get a taxi home where his family is waiting for him since his car was broken. Declined the proposal, they seemed to repeat it day after day to different passers-by. When you get on a bus, you may be asked some coins by a decent lady, and that was Canada.


by tetsu95jp | 2007-11-06 09:54 | 3.Vancouver area