Can you speak English?

stick-figure-communication-2When a French met a  Korean in, for example Italy, it happened that the French can not speak Korean and the Korean can not speak French, then what the first thing they would likely to ask? Yes, Can you speak English? Well, why? Why English? Why not Spanish or Chinese. It is because they expected the second language of them must be English.

English became the international language for the last hundred years is the matter of fact, not because it is better or more prestige than the other languages.  It has become a common sense nowadays. Likewise, in the history, there was Chinese, a Han language or Arabian that were spoken in the large area which was believed to be the whole world.

Speaking English is the easiest way to communicate and connect with the strange world outside, but it also creates barriers and intimidation for whose the second language is not English if  not the third of forth. There was a case in Japan, an Asian went to require some information in the train station. He spoke English as usual, but the receptionist did not  respond in English, instead he  handed the information silently. The Asian was humiliated because the receptionist has just spoken to a Caucasian with English fluently. Since when? If we are not being communicated in English as expected, turned into an humiliation. 

Nobody expected an receptionist speak five foreign languages to be competent, but English is essential. When he could but he did not, to the Asian, appeared to be a little bumpy. Why didn’t the receptionist speak English to him, not even a word. Silence is very suggestive and abrupt.

This world is getting much more intricate than we think. We don’t know, when and how suddenly we became an fury ocean as a second before we were just peacefully sailing. We don’t know how fragile and insecure we are.  A small gesture, a glimpse or even silence could  touch the deepest and thinnest part of our soul. A person who is able to felt hurt has soul normally.

In Japan, there was a saying “Omotenashi”,  means to care for someone even his unseen feelings. This hospitality of Japanese tradition is quite philosophical and beautiful to be kept.

The freedom thief 自由神偷



Mexican President Lopez Obrador was absent from the G20 summit for that he wanted to stay in the country to deal with internal affairs, but he told the media at home that the G20 is superficial and hypocritical. He is quite self-aware, and surely there is no his position to speak in the international stage. Instead, there are too many things to do at home for him.   In Mexico, he has to solve problems like education and medical care. It’s not enough time to complete these tasks during his presidency. It needs to complete by generations and generations.

Facing the Trump’s bullying, he is also very calm. The two men, one to the left and one to the right, have nothing to say when they meet perhaps. So his attitude towards the wall, is just let it be; anyway, Mexico would not pay for it. Trump also blamed him for the  illegal immigrants. But, He said that they were not Mexican, they were  from Guatemala and Honduras. He implied Mexico is very good now, and Mexican do not want to go to the United States anymore. Trump then said that you have to control your own borders,  you can’t let those illegal immigrants travel to the United States via Mexico! He simply said that it was their freedom. As Trump repeatedly bombarded, he finally had to say, then I let them stay in Mexico, allow them to work here,  is it OK? Of course not. The destination of their journey is the United States. What can Mexico give them? Who wants to stay?

Mexico’s attitude is not to solve the problem obviously. It is not important. But freedom is always a matter among the Mexicans. The freedom of Mexicans and the freedom of Americans are not the same. The freedom of Americans mean civil rights and freedom of speak. The freedom of Mexicans is emotional expression. Therefore, even the neighbors having a party late at night, no one will complain. They are very tolerant of the others in this sense.  Well, that is why football and religion have become the guidance of this country.

Freedom has a price to pay, not a gift.  We have to fight for it. After it has been obtained, it must be cherished, maintained, and regularly checked up for any damage. Has the freedom of Americans, Mexicans, and people all over the world  been broken? Is it still working properly? Or is it still the freedom that our predecessors exchanged with  lives? Do you know if it has been already stolen?



墨西哥總統Lopez Obrador缺席G20峰會,理由是要留在國内處理内政,但在國内對媒體卻坦然表示,G20 superficial,是表面和虛僞的。他頗有自知之明,反正在國際上沒有話語權,又何必惺惺作態。在國内,有太多事情要做,除了要對抗黑勢力,還有扶貧,墨西哥大量的貧窮人口,要解決教育及醫療等問題,不是他短短六年(上回寫了五年是筆者寫錯,謹此致歉)可以完成的,是有賴一個完善的體制,必需一代一代人接力堅守。

面對特朗普的欺凌,他也很冷靜,這兩個人,一個向左,一個向右,見了面也不會有什麽話可說,所以他采取敷衍的態度,他要起墻,就任他起,如果他真的起得成,反正墨西哥是不會買單的。特朗普把非法移民也賴到他頭上來,他便說那不是墨西哥人,是危地馬拉和洪都拉斯的人,暗示現在墨西哥生活挺好的,早就不用到美國去了。 特朗普便說那你要管好你自己的邊界,不能任由那些非法移民經由墨西哥跑到美國來啊!他就說那是他們的自由,我那管得了。特朗普那邊一再炮轟,他最後只好說,那我就讓他們留在墨西哥,准許他們工作居留,那行了吧!行嗎?當然不行,他們千里之行的目的地是美國,墨西哥能給他們什麽?誰要留下來?



Animal Illogical—The Tiger Skin


I am a hunter. I hunt tigers for their beautiful skin. I hunt alone. I don’t trust anyone else. I have a rifle. I can shoot from 500 meters on my jeep.  It is good to have a partner, but I don’t have such a trustworthy friend. Even if there was, they would not hunt tiger like me. Unless they were mating or bringing up a child, the tigers always appeared alone. I am also a lonely man. When I meet a tiger, it was a one-to-one fight, no one took advantage. But I have a rifle with a range of 500 meters. Is it fair? It has claws and teeth, I have a rifle. But I will shoot it in the dark, because I am afraid of it. Forget it, I am a hunter, not a hero. If I was, I will use a knife to kill it, face to face.

I believed that always until one day….

I was unlucky. I didn’t find its footprints or shits all the morning. The woods were very clean, the autumn was a bit cool, and the leaves began to turn yellow. I felt a little hungry. I just wanted to sit down and eat.

I suddenly heard the rustling. I immediately took the rifle, saw that it was a deer, a male, a newborn, pulling its neck and eating the leaves on the tree.

All right, don’t waste a bullet!

Sitting down, the deer suddenly ran, I stood up and saw a tiger rushing after it!

I quickly took my rifle, it was too late, I jumped on the jeep and chased them.

The jeep was bumping in the woods, how could it be faster than the animals that were in life and death.  Out of the woods, and I had already lost them. I stopped, lifted the rifle, lightly pressed the trigger.

Because it is a single-shot, I have to be very careful, and I must hit it at once. Otherwise, I will be finished.

I watched and waited. There was no movement for a long time, and it was boundless in the wilderness. Why could they disappear? Suddenly there was a shadow behind a big tree, a tiger. I immediately raised the rifle, but it was strange that this tiger was small and dull. It stupidly climbed up to catch the leaves on the tree. I have never seen this tedious thing that a tiger did.

Don’t bother! Raise the rifle, aim and shoot it.

But suddenly jumped out of another tiger. This one was not the same, although it was young, it has grown substantially. It was just the one who chased the deer before.

As soon as it appeared, it roared at me. It was far away from me, exceeded 500 meters. I hesitated, because it has already known my existence. If it attacked me, it would only take it a moment to come, but I definitely could have not enough time to backup and drive.

Could I shoot that small one? But it seems won’t work. It is not a luck to meet two tigers at the same time.

Finally, I decided to give up.


After a few days, I came to this field again, with a mentality of waiting for the tiger to be appeared again, I laughed. In recent years, many friends changed to farming. They often urged me to do so, said that the farming is good and stable. But I don’t love farming, I love hunting.

I came to the tree where I found two tigers on that day. I saw that there was no more tiger today. Nothing was there. Only this big tree was left. It couldn’t move. Its roots were so deep. If it was hit by a thunder, it fell and dried here. Then, thousands of years passed, it would be still here.

At noon, the ground was hot and steaming. I climbed up to the tree and sat on a trunk. I could only see my tattered jeep. I knew that if I couldn’t hunt a tiger today, I might have to sell my jeep.

Tigers are getting fewer and fewer. This kind of animal is called an endangered animal. They needed to be protected. It is necessary to ban hunting, that is why worthy for a piece of tiger skin. One is enough for me to spend a year. Don’t hunt, how can I live? To protect, why not protect me first? There are only a few tiger hunters like me remains.

While I was thinking, the two tigers came under my feet. I knew them. I remembered all the tigers I have seen. They all have their own character, and their fur, their eyes were different. Seeing them, I didn’t take action right away. I was on the high place. They didn’t know me here. I was not so nervous. I rather watched first.

They also looked quite comfortable. They were just fed perhaps. They were lying in the shade of the tree. The big one embraced the small one and kept licking its face. The little one was shy as a big girl. I looked at it and felt funny, so I forgot to hunt them.

Suddenly, I heard someone talked, I was shocked. I looked up, but there was on one above. I was sitting high up on the tree. I could see far away in the wild. There were only two young tigers under my feet, who was the one talking? I was Just wondered, the voice said: “I am not a tiger! Don’t do this again!”

“You are not a tiger, what are you?”

“I am… a deer.”

“What?” I shouted as the same time with the tiger.

My goodness! Am I crazy, how could I hear the tiger talking? And speaking like people? I have been hunting tigers for a lifetime, knowing their habits of eating and drinking. I have seen them exposed in the nature and do that shameful things. I have seen the tigers producing tiger babies. I have seen the male tigers fighting for the reign and the females. But, I have never heard them speaking like people.

“You are a deer?”

“Yes, I am the deer you chased that day.”

“How come you become a tiger?”

They talked again. I heard it clearly. I calmed down first, because I was also curious. I really wanted to know why this deer would become a tiger ultimately.

The deer said: “On that day, I was chased by you to nowhere, I fell into a wolf hole. When I fell in, I fell on a tiger skin, and the tiger skin immediately wrapped me up. I was so scared so that I climbed back to the ground desperately. I didn’t know that my appearance had changed. I saw you wasn’t there, I was just eating the leaves under the tree as usual, until you reappeared, and roared, to scare away the hunter who thought I was a tiger…”

After the tiger listened, he just said: “That is how it turned out to be like this.”  Then he did not speak any more.

But I knew what it was thinking. This young tiger has not yet fully grown up, and he has to hunt alone. Its mother must be dead, and its brothers must be also dissipated, so, when it saw the deer wrapped in tiger skin. He Just thought that it was his own kind. He protected it and wanted to be nice to it.

That is normal for the tigers! Although the tigers are ferocious, they still care and love for their own kind. Particularly this tiger, has lost its mother since childhood…

While I was thinking about that, the young tiger dashed to the deer, but did not intent to hurt it. It just licked its face. The deer pushed it away and said irately: “I have told you that I am not a tiger. Why are you still doing this?”

The tiger stopped and stunned: “I don’t care what is you under your skin, I will still see you as a tiger.”

“No! I can’t live a life like you. I can’t watch you killing my kind, and eating them in front of me. One day, you will also eat me.” The deer affirmed.

I know very well that the things the deer was worrying about would indeed happen one day. When the young tiger grown up one day, it would forget all the childhood memories. This is the tiger. If it was not, it could not survive.

The tiger said: “You can go! But if you still worn a tiger skin, how can you go back to your deer society? You looked like a tiger, but you don’t know how to hunt, you are a deer, you can’t live without a society, how could you live in the future?”

Although the tiger is young, it makes much sense. The deer is indeed in a dilemma. I couldn’t make up my mind either for a while.

The deer insisted: “I must have a way to get rid of this tiger skin. You don’t have to worry about me.” So, it left.

The young tiger watched it leaving silently. His eyes were looked sad to me.

It turned out that only one tiger was real, the other was just covered with a tiger skin. I was encouraged. I immediately raised the rifle and pointed at the real tiger under the tree, but I couldn’t press the trigger. I was hesitant, am I dreaming? Does it make sense? How would I understand the dialogue between a tiger and a deer? I must be daydreaming. How could I take such a nonsense seriously?

I closed my eyes to test. When I reopened them, looked down from the tree, it was nothing there anymore. Ah! it was really a dream. Hence, I went back as if nothing was happened.

However, soon after I went home, I was ill badly. I must have been spelled. I went to the temple to ask for the god tea. I drank it and laid on bed for a month. By that time, the fall had passed and the first snow of winter fell for the village.


Another day, I took a rifle and went up the mountain. I was walking to the woods. The jeep has been sold. If I did not hunt a tiger before the winter, I have to beg for food next year.

The snow has been falling in the mountains for several days. Thus, all the traces left by the tigers were buried. Even the smell was dispersed. I was afraid that I would be going back empty hand again, but the hunters were optimistic, and I always believed that there should be unexpected surprise.  Animals were about the same as people. They would hide when it was cold. I walked into the woods. Although the leaves have fallen, it was still shaded than the plains, and the wind was not too strong here.

There was no trace of the tiger, but I saw a group of deer digging grasses from snow. They were very focused and have not noticed me. Perhaps, they have already knew that I was a tiger hunter. I was not interested in them!

Suddenly, a leading deer raised its neck and ears. It was a watch deer in the group. It was sensitive and clever. It could hear sounds that even our hunters could not hear. I brought up the rifle and got nervous. It must have found the terrible predator, the king in this forest, their natural enemy.

It must be a tiger, I pulled the trigger and waited. Certainly, the tiger appeared. It jumped out from the bush and rushed to the group of deer.

How could a tiger be reckless like this? This was not the correct way of hunting deer. It should have squatted on the snow, and extremely patient, step by step getting closer to the deer. So that it would not be discovered too early. This tiger was senseless and foolish. The deer have long been alert. They ran away before they have seen its shadow.

This tiger was not big. It was a young tiger and was not far away from me that within five hundred meters. When it saw the deer hovering away, it stopped. It seemed overlooked my existent at all. That was a great opportunity. I did not hesitate to press the trigger and shot my first fire of this winter.

I hit it and it fell.

I was inexplicably excited. My hand that hold the rifle was a little shaky.

I went up and then walked closer. I saw that it fell to the ground and dying. Blood was gushing from its chest. It looked at me mournfully. I raised the rifle, pointed at it, waited quietly, until it died, slowly.

Finally, it closed its eyes and unmoved. I dared not to put down my rifle until I was sure that it was dead, then I took out my hunting knife to peel off its skin.

Its fur was very fluffy, soft and bright. It was an excellent tiger skin. Although it was a little small, it should still be able to sell at a good price. When I was peeling, I was thinking about these things.

However, when I pulled the skin from behind its ears, I was stupefied. How could there be a pair of horns sticking out? How could a tiger have horns? I didn’t believe my eyes. I immediately peeled the skin down with one snap, God! This tiger was under covered with a deer!

I fell back, found that a deer hiding under a tiger’s skin. It was a male, a newborn, eyes closed and dead. I was suddenly awakened that what I have seen a month ago was true. Or, my dream has not been awakening?

I looked at my bloody hands which still holding the knife. I didn’t know if it was the blood of the tiger, or the blood of the deer. Anyway, I killed it.

I have been killing tigers for a lifetime, but I have never been so scared.

Unexpectedly, I heard a roar. I instinctively picked up my rifle from the ground, instantly pulled the trigger, turned around and looked. It was a tiger, a just grown up tiger. It looked so dignified and imposing. It stared at me intensively.

Within 500 meters, but I could only silently look back.

~~~~~~The End~~~~~~











我看着,等着,良久沒有動靜,平野上一望無際,怎麽就不見了?忽然一棵大樹後冒出了影兒,是老虎。 我馬上抬高拿槍的手,但奇怪這老虎,身形瘦削,目光呆滯,還在傻傻的爬樹上的葉子。我從沒看過老虎幹這種無聊事。別管了,抬槍,瞄準,就要射它,卻倏的又跳出另一隻老虎,這可不一樣啊,雖是少年虎,已長得十分帥氣,眼神炯炯,就是剛才追那支鹿的虎。




過了幾天, 我又來到這片野地,帶着點守株待虎的心態,我暗笑了。近年很多朋友都種地去, 他們也常常拉着我去種地,說種地好,安定。 但我不愛,我就愛野獵。我來到那天發現兩隻老虎的樹下,一看, 今天沒有老虎了,什麽都沒有,就只有這株大樹,它是走不動的了,根已經扎得那麽深,就是給雷劈了下來!也就倒在這裏,乾了,枯了,幾千年過了,還是在這裏。


想着,脚下不知何時來了兩隻老虎,我認得它們,我看過的老虎我都認得,它們各有自己的特色,皮毛和眼神都不一樣。看到它們,我沒馬上拿槍,我在高處,它們沒發現我, 我就沒那麽緊張,先瞧瞧再說。






我的天啊! 我是不是瘋了,我怎會聼到老虎在說話?還說人話呢? 我一輩子獵虎,知道它們吃喝拉撒的習慣,看過它們徜徉於大自然毫不羞恥地幹那些事兒,看過母虎生產小虎,看過公虎為掙地盤和女的拚過血流滿面,就是沒聼過它們説人話。





鹿就說:「那天, 我被你追至無路可走,便掉下了一個狼洞裏。我一掉進去,就掉在一張虎皮上,那張虎皮竟馬上把我包起來,我當時好害怕,便拚命的爬囘地上,我當時還不知道自己的外表已經變了虎。我看你沒追來,就如平常一般在樹下吃葉子,直到你再出現,咆哮一聲,嚇走那個把我當成老虎要獵殺我的人……」


可我知道它在想什麽, 這隻幼虎還未成年,就要獨自獵食,它的媽媽很可能已經死了,而弟兄也失散了,所以它一見到這頭包了虎皮的鹿,就當成是自己的親屬,要保護它,親近它。那也是虎之常情吧!虎雖凶殘,還是有倫常之愛,更何況,這虎自幼喪母……



「不行! 我過不了你那種茹毛飲血的生活,我不能再看着你獵殺我的同類,還在我面前啃噬它們, 有一天,你會連我也吃掉。」鹿肯定地說。



































The Cosmos



The Cosmos

I first met Cosmos in Japan. In the autumn of receding, everything was withered, but her beauty and gentleness calmed the void of soul. In the wilderness, the tender petals were blown in the wind, elegantly posted in the rural or near temples. They are the illusion of returning to spring before the harsh winter actually came. It is indeed a beautiful misunderstanding. Cosmos is an autumn cherry blossom.

That was how I knew about Cosmos, but I didn’t really understand her. Until one day in Mexico, I unexpectedly found a field of them, flourishing in the wilderness of no one. Only to know that Mexico was actually their homeland. Here, they spread like weeds. Every year after the rainy season in October, they pop out, with other unknown weed by the cornfields, pastures, and even on the roadside. They dotted a touch of pink in the wilderness of Mexico. The locals will not plant them in their home garden, as Japanese cherish them like the cherry blossoms of autumn.

Cosmos was introduced during the Edo period and now became the most common flower in the early autumn. In Japan, Cosmos, originated from Mexico, are loved by the people. Japanese cultivated them into different colors, while in their origin, South America, has only pink. Japanese Cosmos has orange, red, purple, white and brown. The brown Cosmos has already been extinct in Mexico, but it is still cultivated in Japan.

People don’t cherish the thing that they are used to, until it was lost. The Mexicans take their hands-off from the nature, let it be themselves. This attitude is similar to the Chinese Taoist inaction. The Japanese love to cherish the things. They explore them for a life time, and do not let go. In Japan, Cosmos is fragile but beautiful alike their exquisiteness.  Before I saw the Cosmos in the wild, I never thought of that they are native in Mexico.










The monarch butterflies

Mexico has many natural wonders and is a great place for adventure travel. Although life and travel are not the same thing, the mood is similar. For animals that migrate once a year, life is travel, adventure is life. In addition to migratory birds, many animals on the planet have the habit of migrating each year. The purpose of human to move is to survive, and animals are to breed, so they return to the birthplace to produce the next generation. Survival for animals, is to continue the entire species, they rarely think of the existence of their own individual.

Every March, the Monarch butterflies of the Mexican take their first long-distance adventure. The butterflies ride the airflow and follow the wind. They fly over the mountains and the cities, cross the border of the United States, and finally reach the eastern Canada. In the valley of wildflowers, they spend the romantic summer and then in a frosty morning of deep autumn, leave the garden and return to the Mexican forest to mate, lay eggs and die.

From November to March every year, all monarch butterflies gather in the central forest of Mexico. If you wanted to see the thrilling scene of life and death, don’t miss this opportunity. In just a few months, millions of love stories of butterfly was staged. The entire forest was piled with the body of them, as if crowned the mountain with a noble golden cloak. In March, millions of butterflies flew in the wind, cross the small village in the valley, rushed into their destiny, launch another daring trip. Do they have the freedom to choose? Like the returning of salmons. Among all the beings, only human beings were given this extravagant freedom. It is not so easy to be a free person.




每年三月,是墨西哥君主蝴蝶monarch butterfly破蛹而出,蝶變成形,在中部森林邁出生命第一,也是唯一一次長途冒險旅程的往返。蝴蝶乘著氣流,順著風向,飛越高山海洋和城市,穿越美國國境,最終到達加拿大東部,在野花盛放的幽谷裏,無憂無慮於花團錦簇中度過了浪漫的夏天,然後在蕭瑟的深秋,一個結霜的早晨,義無反顧放下一切,離開謝毀的花園,不是家園,再度穿越荒川野地,囘到墨西哥出生的森林交配,產卵和死亡。



Canada and Cañada





Canada is an English word? There is a place in central Mexico also called Canada, but it has an accent like a snake on the n. So, is this Spanish? It turned out not. The Cañada in Mexico is a place of ancient civilization, located near Mexico City. There are pyramids and ancient villages in the ruins. The Mexicans call her a virgin village. Cañada means the village here. It made me remembered that why Canada is called Canada. There was also a story. When the French came to this New World to explored, they met an indigenous man in the mountains. They asked them where it is. The indigenous man answered Kanada. He meant home. Therefore, the French called this land Canada, and later became the name of the country.

This is an interesting story about the origins of Canada, which I heard by someone. I didn’t know if it was true or not. But after seeing the Cañada in Mexico and knowing her meaning, I was so happy that I found something connected. Does everything have an origin? Does every result have a cause? Is seeking the root is about life?



加拿大的Canada,這個字是英文嗎?在墨西哥中部有一個地方也叫做Canada,但在n上面多了一個像小蛇的重音音標。那麽這是西班牙語麽?原來也不是。 墨西哥這個Cañada是一個古文明遺址的地名位於墨西哥城附近。遺址裏有金字塔和古村落,墨西哥人管她叫做處女村,在天主教的影響下,處女就是聖母的代名。那麽Cañada就是村落的意思,這樣一想,就令筆者記起一段傳聞,加拿大為何叫做Canada,也是有個故事,話說當年法國人來到這片新大陸探險,在深山中遇到一個土著,就問他們這裏是什麽地方,那個土著就回答是Kanada,他的本意是家園。因此法國人就把這片土地叫作Canada,後來便成爲了國名。

這是筆者道聼途說的一段有趣的有關加拿大起源的故事,當時也不知是真是假,聼了就算。但在看到墨西哥的Cañada和知道她的意義後, 囘想起這段傳聞,一時竟有找到了印證的那麽歡喜,對這個與自己本來毫無關係的移民國,或多或少,產生了一種契合和感應。萬事皆有起源麽?一切都有因果麽?尋根就是人活著的意義嗎?