Crônicas Nikkeis #7 — Raízes Nikkeis: Mergulhando no Nosso Patrimônio Cultural

As histórias da série Crônicas Nikkeis vêm explorando diversas maneiras pelas quais os nikkeis expressam a sua cultura única, seja através da culinária, do idioma, da família, ou das tradições. Desta vez estamos nos aprofundando ainda mais—até chegarmos às nossas raízes!

Aceitamos o envio de histórias de maio a setembro de 2018. Todas as 35 histórias (22 em inglês, 1 em japonês, 8 em espanhol, e 4 em português) foram recebidas da Argentina, Brasil, Canadá, Cuba, Japão, México, Peru e Estados Unidos. 

Nesta série, pedimos à nossa comunidade Nima-kai para votar nas suas histórias favoritas e ao nosso Comitê Editorial para escolher as suas favoritas. No total, cinco histórias favoritas foram selecionadas.

Aqui estão as histórias favoritas selecionadas.

  Editorial Committee’s Selections:

  Escolha do Nima-kai:

Para maiores informações sobre este projeto literário >>

 

Confira estas outras séries de Crônicas Nikkeis:

#1: ITADAKIMASU! Um Gostinho da Cultura Nikkei 
#2: Nikkei+ ~Histórias sobre Idiomas, Tradições, Gerações & Raças Miscigenadas~ 
#3: Nomes Nikkeis: Taro, John, Juan, João? 
#4: Família Nikkei: Memórias, Tradições e Valores  
#5: Nikkei-go: O Idioma da Família, Comunidade e Cultura   
#6: Itadakimasu 2! Um Novo Gostinho da Cultura Nikkei

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Meeting the Kumamoto Relatives

My first trip to Japan was in the summer of 2016. I was very nervous about meeting my recently-discovered Minami relatives, on my dad's mother's side. What  if  I didn't like them or if they didn't like us? I brought a whole suitcase of gifts or omiyage, carefully selected from Trader Joe's.

I was visiting my son, Kenzo, who was doing a semester of study abroad during his junior year at U.C. Berkeley. The last time we had traveled together had been when he was in high school, not happy to travel with mom ...

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From Lung to Ito

I am a third generation Chinese American, born on the island of Oahu during the great depression. My grandparents came from Canton, China and, at that time, the Hawaiian Islands were governed by the Royal Hawaiian Kingdom, King Kamehameha’s descendants. When I was born, Hawaii was still a territory of the United States Citizens in Hawaii had no voting rights until the Hawaiian Islands became a State on August 21, l959. By that time, I was twenty-seven years old.

Growing up in the Islands was very carefree for me. Kids mostly did not wear shoes, walked to school unescorted ...

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Finding Nikkei Roots Around the World

Travel uproots daily routines for new places and new discoveries. But, somehow, my own discoveries in my own travels have often given me deeper roots—especially in my evolving Japanese American identity.

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Hiroshima, Japan. Still half asleep, a few of us high schoolers crept out of the hotel and down to the water to watch the first rays of light over the bay—a mandatory, I thought, when visiting the land of the rising sun. This exchange trip across Japan was my first time seeing the “motherland,” and I eagerly took in everything from ornate temples to whimsical vending machines ...

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Natsukashii Moments

Natsukashii.

That is the Japanese word that best expresses the feeling I get whenever I hear a song from “back in the day” – which, by my definition, could be as far back as my early childhood in the 1980s and ‘90s.

Certain Japanese children’s songs immediately transport my mind to some childhood memories from my summer breaks in Japan, where I spent time with my music-loving ojiichan and obaachan. We would run errands almost every day around their neighborhood in the busy city of Nagoya, walking hand-in-hand amid the muggy, sweltering climate, and singing folk songs such as Sakura ...

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Obāchan

“I wish you had shared more about your Japanese-American grandmother’s story.” – Professor Anderson

In the fall of my freshman year in college, I took a class called Growing Up Ethnic and Multicultural. The final project for the course was to share your life story.

Excited to share what I felt was my unique life story at age 17, I wrote fifteen pages about what it was like to grow up as an Asian-American in Ukiah, a small, rural town in Northern California. I talked about the cringe-inducing “no, but where are you really from?”, and the time when a ...

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