I confess that the last time I'm out of sheer idleness does not really come to blog. But I had still promised an addendum to last visit to Kyoto. :-( But now!
With Julia, I had the first time a stamp book (I have no idea how the thing is in Japanese) seen, and then when I found these books in the first stamp issued for sale, but then I have accessed spontaneously. The book can be opened like a Leporello, and the pages are all still empty. In every temple you can write in for a small fee the name of the temple, the date of the visit and even a small award (?) In beautiful calligraphy, have no paint!,.
temple in paragraph 4 (whose name I forget) was responsible for a kindly monk, whom I asked about whether I him could take pictures. And then I saw on with fascination as he lovingly painted with the brush the characters on paper and then pressed several red stamp on the page.
After work, he closed the book gently together again and saw the narrow light stripe on the front. As part of the name on it. "Should I write down your name there?" Sure!
I must confess that I have slept a little then. Because I had assumed that he gave me my name in katakana writing down. He chose from kanji. And even if I have understood from his statements but not too much, but I had one thing clear: the good man had misunderstood something and my name still attached a letter.
The bottom two characters to stand for my name. The lower Kanji I even know it stands for "heaven". And one reading: "ten". It says now "Utes" as my name. As I said, I have slept a little. If I had better "Ut a " instead of "Ut e " said. "Uta" is the name that is "song" and has its own kanji. My friends call me in Russia and Belarus finally "Uta". Oh well. Mr Hans explained to me later, the importance of the two kanji. They can be among others with "Big Sky", "of heavenly generosity" or translate the "house in heaven." Like me. As the monk has chosen beautiful kanji.
The ink was still dry, so I sat down for a while on the next viewing deck and looked at the garden. Suddenly a woman came hurrying, who had been sitting in the little room where the monk had worked. She gave me a small calendar with twelve pictures of the temple. A gift! Why? I do not know. Maybe because I was a rare foreign visitor and all with Japanese skills? Anyway, it made me very happy, and the calendar now has a special place in my room.
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