The red button is located just inside the door of my new apartment. The first time I saw it I was with the guy who was inspecting my apartment. He was running around, flipping switches and opening doors just to make sure everything was working ok. I saw the button as we entered the apartment and was waiting to see when he would flip it, but as it turns out he didn't. Later that day as I was moving in furniture I again paused to look at the red button. What could it possibly do? There was no clear indication and so I thought it best to just let it be. For the next couple of days I would look at that button on my way in and out of the apartment and wonder what it was for. Finally, one morning, I decided to push it. Bracing myself I gave it a quick sharp jab. I stood stock still for a moment listening to for any detectable sound and watching for movement, but nothing happened. The button stuck in and didn't come out so i gave it another jab to try to dislodge it, but it didn't move. As the anticipation I built up slowly deflated I sat back down on the couch to read. About 5 minutes later I heard some keys jangling at my front door. I was supposed to have some repairs done, the ones the initial inspection had uncovered, so I got up to let in the repairman. However, when I opened the door there was no repair man, but a security guard. I motioned for him to come in and then he showed me a key. For a split second I didn't know what he was doing there, and then it dawned on me. The red button had a small key hole, like shape of the key he was holding, below the button. The red button turned out to be a security button in case of trouble.
Moving to Shanghai has been an experience. This past week I have spent cobbling together what I could for my new apartment and basically keeping myself alive and well. These may seem like mundane tasks, but take that task and put it in a setting where you barely know where you are and don't speak the language and you might get a better sense of just how challenging it can be. Thankfully many people can speak some English, so many tasks are not terribly hard to complete, but it is hard to work up the motivation each day to go into a world where you don't fit in, but still find your way. I am naturally prone to try to work things out on my own before asking someone else. Some may even say I am reluctant to ask for help. This isn't so bad in a place where I can largely help myself, but here it is not the case. I have to ask for help. I have to make a fool of myself trying to explain what I need. I have to trust. I have to do things because they need to be done. I have to know, I can't wait to see what happens. I have to push the red button.
8 comments:
You need to change the name of your blog! Maybe something like: Kevin NOT in Fukushima Ken
I totally thought it was going to be a bomb, but I think I may be one of the few to have put that red button in my apartment. Stay strong brah!
If I were there, I stopped you.Red means emergency toka something abunai stuff.
I heard about an American guy in Turkey who had an apartment above a kebab restaurant. If he pushed a button in his living room, five minutes later the restaurant would deliver a gyro.
You wont be living in a country in which you don't speak the language if you learn Chinese...jiayou! Seriously, I am super jealous. I would love to be living in China :)
Do you think it will be confusing to learn Chinese after 3 years of Japanese? Dave?
Jefferson (shane?), It is I. On the contrary i think it would actually make things easier since you would already know a whole bunch of kanji. The grammer and pronunciation are way different--comparable to learning german as an english speaker, since english and german are both written in latin letters.
haha, I will start learning soon enough, but by the time I start putting sentences together most of the tough stuff will be over. I hope.
I mentioned my red button story to a few other teachers who had a good laugh. The came up with a bunch of different scenarios like; The apartment building across the way collapses or monkeys are released from their cage in your closet.
One of the guys is an art teacher who does a comic strip. He is thinking about making one about that.
I am getting tired of seeing this red button!
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