It was a beautiful day.
I went to Shibuya, Tokyo, in the morning to visit the real estate agency to prepare the documents for the contract between me and the new tenant of my studio in Nakaochiai.
From Shinjuku to Shibuya, I took a train. In the stations, I noticed no foreigners; everybody was Asian, and I heard neither Chinese nor Korean. It was very unusual and weird in Tokyo. Outside of Shibuya, I noticed very few foreigners, too.
The young man in the office preparing the documents with me was from Minami Soma city, destroyed by tsunami and close to the power plant. He said he took all his family from there to Tokyo by car. On the way to Tokyo, the gas ran out, and his car was dragged by a stranger’s car to the gas station luckily with some gas left.
He said that many potential young workers and students from the west of Japan quit (or were made to quit) coming to Tokyo in fear of the radiation, so more rooms are vacant this spring.
After I finished the documents, I went back to Shinjuku. Last year, I found a new, unique instrument made in Russia. I brought samples to check the possibility of using the instrument for them. It should be a difficult and challenging measurement. I left the samples to the technicians for further investigation.
If it turns to be promising, I do not mind going to Russia to discuss more.
The lab was near Shinjuku Gyoen Garden. I have never been there, so I took a chance to visit it in on my way back to the Shinjuku station.
It is a big garden. It reminded me of the Central Park in NYC (although, Central Park is 6 times bigger).
It is a good place to stay for a whole day with a family.
I went back home by train in the evening.