Crónicas Nikkei #2—Nikkei+: Historias de Lenguaje, Tradiciones, Generaciones y Raza Mixtos
El ser nikkei es inherentemente una situación de tradiciones y culturas mezcladas. Para muchas de las comunidades y las familias nikkei alrededor del mundo no es inusual usar tanto palillos como tenedores, mezclar palabras japonesas con el español, o celebrar la cuenta regresiva de la víspera del Año Nuevo con champaña y el Oshogatsu con ozoni y otras tradiciones japonesas.
Discover Nikkei actualmente está acogiendo historias que exploran como los “nikkei” alrededor del mundo perciben y experimentan el ser multirraciales, multinacionales, multilingües, y multigeneracionales.
Cada artículo enviado a la antología Nikkei+ estuvo disponible para ser elegido como los favoritos de nuestra comunidad online.
Aquí están sus historias favoritas en cada idioma.
- Inglés:
Diario de una chica “hapa” loca y judoka
Por Chanda Ishisaka - Japonés:
Kokichi-san
Por Laura Honda-Hasegawa - Español:
El Mabuyá o el Temblor de la Suerte: Algunas Costumbres de mi Oba que ahora son Recuerdos de mi Infancia
Por Milagros Tsukayama Shinzato - Português:
La vela que se apaga
Por Eduardo Goo Nakashima
Historias de Esta Serie
O kmuti, o nabo e o alho
14 de octubre de 2013 • Hidemitsu Miyamura
Fui a Recife a negócio e na volta resolvi visitar um amigo que morava em Brasília. Pensei em levar a ele algo que pudesse agradar e me ocorreu levar Kmuti, coreano que beliscávamos no “drive range” (bate-bolas) de golfe freqüentado pelos nikkeis. Era cerveja, kmuti e suor. Passei numa loja de produtos orientais e comprei kmuti, conserva de nabo em pimenta vermelha e alho descascado. Quando vi o conjunto, logo vislumbrei o risco e pensei em desistir. O cheiro era …
My Japanese Jewish Girl Fears
9 de octubre de 2013 • Francesca Yukari Biller
As a Japanese-Jewish American girl, I have suffered. It’s not just that both of my tribes were placed in camps because they were simply born, or perhaps hated for being smart, bold, different, and even oddly wonderful. As a Jew, I am reminded continually that I am lucky to be alive, part of the chosen, and should I kvetch about my standing in life, may God burn me like a self-burning bush—and one that isn’t even on sale. And as a …
Living in the Overlap
4 de octubre de 2013 • Lora Nakamura
Two years ago, I met a Mexican American man and this meeting would change my life forever. We were from two different worlds, yet we still found the intersection where those two worlds overlapped, a special place created just for us. And in that place, we were not labels. He was not a Mexican American and I was not a Japanese American. We were greater than that. We were simply limitless potential. One week ago, I met a Korean American …
Japanese or American? Let me decide who I am!
2 de octubre de 2013 • Mina Otsuka
You’re bilingual! Hey I wanna hear you speak English! Can you say something in English? Here in Japan, my English stands out as a skill that’s still “rare” enough to get people’s attention, both among my close Japanese friends and total strangers whenever I throw out random English words on the street. I moved to the US when I was 16 years old and never identified myself with any of the existing Japanese and/or American groups whether it be a …
“I’m not half, I’m whole!”
24 de septiembre de 2013 • Stephen Murphy-Shigematsu
“I hate the word ‘half,’ which is used to designate people like me. I always wanted to be someone who is ‘whole.’” The young man raised his eyes to the evening sky and gazed upon the rising moon. It suddenly struck me that Byron and I were like the moon. As we are called “half,” the moon we were looking at is called a “half moon.” But like the moon, “half” is an illusion; there is much more to the …
アメリカ人のお宅 (American Otaku)
20 de septiembre de 2013 • Jackson Bliss
When I was a boy, I felt disconnected from the kids in Northern Michigan. I played with Star Wars action figures and Japanese robots, creating intricate storylines inside my head about galactic invasion. Sometimes, I flipped through manga my parents brought back from Japan, even though I couldn’t read kanji yet. I showed up to school dressed in a Miami Vice outfit (my classmates taunted me, a few threatened to beat me up for “being a pussy”). I also played …
