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  the Sea of Japan

  Copyright © 2019 Keita Nagano

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  or portions thereof in any form whatsoever.

  Published by SparkPress, a BookSparks imprint,

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  Phoenix, Arizona, USA, 85007

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  Published 2019

  Printed in the United States of America

  ISBN: 978-1-68463-012-7 (pbk)

  ISBN: 978-1-68463-013-4 (e-bk)

  Library of Congress Control Number: 2019936684

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either

  are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any

  resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  Dedicated to all Americans in the fifty states, which I have proudly been to.

  Prologue

  I was okay with living in a town where work was boring, there was no entertainment, and almost nobody spoke English when I thought I could leave whenever I wanted. When I learned that I couldn’t leave on a whim, I decided that I wanted to quit my school teacher’s job as soon as possible.

  I felt a great pain. I was confined in this place, a fishermen’s town in Japan.

  On one of our daily Skype phone calls, my best friend Judy asked me what I wanted.

  “I want to go back to Boston. I want to quit my job.”

  “You can’t quit your job.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I understand that living in Japan is 100 times more difficult than you imagined, but I don’t think you should return to Boston this soon. You haven’t accomplished anything in the month you’ve been in Japan. If you leave now, this whole thing will have been pointless.”

  “I didn’t know what I wanted, Judy. You knew that. I just wanted to escape from my peers at the school, the freaking Boston school district, Paul, and the temptation of the places where I used to gamble.”

  “Right. It was a good escape. A constructive escape. I thought you could turn yourself around in a new place and find a seed for your new career,” Judy said in her usual passionate voice. Since our days as roommates at the University of Delaware, she had been the person who always looked out for me.

  “Look. Japan did not mean anything to me when I decided to come here, and it still doesn’t mean much to me now. I just followed you,” I said. “But I thought I could at least live close to you in this foreign country. I would have never expected that we would have been given such different assignments.”

  It still stung when I thought about the moment that Judy and I opened our assignment packets and learned where we were going. She had gasped with excitement when she read that she was assigned to the Tokyo governor’s office, and my heart had dropped as I read where I was going: Hime. A small town on the opposite side of the country from Tokyo, 250 miles away from the capital to the northwest. Between Hime and Tokyo were mountains that divided Japan like a back bone. It would take more than seven hours to drive over those mountains and reach Judy.

  “You should have read the orientation materials. We don’t have control over our assignment.”

  “Can’t you understand my pain? Just get me out of here, Judy.”

  “I’m sorry that you don’t like the people there that much.”

  “People are nice here. But I am a Bostonian, Judy. I don’t fit into a town with just 50,000 people. Plus, teaching English to twelve-year-olds who have never spoken English before is the most boring thing in the world.”

  “You have the freedom to quit. But I know you wouldn’t like what would happen if you did.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “JET’s staff and your school had prepared to have someone from America for more than twelve months. They had to do a lot of work to create this position, get your housing, and put together your work visa.”

  I thought about everything JET did for me. The Japanese government program provided native English people like me with jobs aiding teachers in their classrooms and helping students learn English. They also helped people find positions in local governments. People came from around the world to take part in the program.

  Judy continued. “Most importantly, they had arranged for you to teach your students an authentic English academic curriculum. And for that, your job is paid very well. If you simply quit, students who thought they had earned a great opportunity to learn real English will lose a whole academic year. I know you are not going to ruin children’s dreams.”

  “Oh, I am sure they can find a substitute American teacher easily. They constantly have 5,000 people in the program, and Americans make up about half of that.”

  “But do you think that they’ll be able to teach the students as well as you?”

  I got her point. Yes, she knew me too well. I don’t care about anything but students. It makes my blood boil when I think about students suffering because of problems in the adult world.

  The reason why I had a fight against the Boston school district and a cold relationship with teachers in my old school was because I prioritized my students 100 percent and paid zero respect to the school district politics. That stirred the pot, I became hated by many, and I naturally fell into my gambling addiction trap again.

  “I can guarantee that your Hime Junior High School will not have another American until next year.”

  “Come on, Judy, ‘I have a pen’ or ‘This is a dog’ is not teaching English at all. It’s better to watch a Disney movie or YouTube. Or, buy a Taylor Swift CD. I offered a more creative teaching proposal to my peers, but it was ignored. My resignation will not ruin anything.” My voice got weaker as I admitted that.

  “Taylor Swift cannot answer students’ questions. Your existence at Hime Junior High School is much more valued than you think.”

  “I doubt that’s true.”

  “Realistically, if you leave now, JET will make your school ineligible for the next five years for a new English teacher. And your future successor will probably not be a professional teacher like you.”

  I didn’t say anything. I sipped a cup of green tea in front of my iPhone. Judy drank sake in front of hers. My tea tasted nicer than any green tea I had had in Boston. Green tea alleviated my emotional pain.

  She got me.

  I couldn’t penalize my students because I was unhappy with my oversight on the JET application.

  I should have vetoed Hime before I started.

  But I knew I could swap my position with some peer in Japan. All I had to do was recruit just one person out of 5,000.

  “Lindsey, come on. You’ve never been a quitter.”

  “I’m not as smart as you or Paul. I’m not Harvard Business School material like you two,” I said. “I don’t know how to find a seed for my future career here in Hime.”

  “What you want me to say? Isn’t it a good time to push yourself a little harder and become a bit more sociable? You haven’t tried to make friends. You’ve been complaining that people in Hime don’t speak English. But you’re in Japan, and you haven’t made any effort to learn Japanese. Isn’t that a pity?”

  Judy was starting to sound like a mentor. I didn’t like it, but I was always grateful to her for telling the truth.

  “One more thing, Lindsey. I found where Paul lives.”

  “What?”

  “You want me to kick his ass, or do you want me to persuade him to come
down there to have a romantic reunion tea party with you?”

  “I don’t know—”

  “I know it sounds awful to you, but as soon as you contact him, this jerk will try to get back with you. Just in case he doesn’t find any other attractive woman like you during his four-year stay in Japan.”

  “I am not attractive at all—”

  “Yes, you are, and don’t let me argue on that point. Tall, skinny, and blond. Hello? The problem is you are extremely unsociable, and that makes others bored.”

  Judy had no problem talking about my looks because she was confident with hers. Judy was rather short, and she had beautiful pure black hair and large breasts that men loved.

  “Thanks for being blunt.” I shook my head, my long ponytail swinging hard.

  Paul ditched me after he finished his MBA to take a job with the gigantic Japanese seafood company Hakodate Marine. As a Harvard graduate, he was looking for a global business job opportunity, and he thought that Hakodate Marine was the perfect match for his desire. According to Paul, Japan had fallen from number one to number seven in the world fishery volume ranking due to their mismanagement and overfishing. Paul wanted to turn the fishery industry of Japan around by helping the conglomerate company. He hoped to use the results to facilitate his move to another global company somewhere else in the world. While he was off in Japan, I thought we could maintain a long-distance romance, but he thought it would not be realistic.

  It was a coincidence that both Paul and I had ended up in Japan. I hadn’t moved to Japan to be closer to him, and Judy hadn’t signed up for the JET program because of him. Judy joined the Harvard MBA program with a specialization in marketing to fulfill her desire to bring her parents’ Jewish delicatessen business in Manhattan to the next level. Since Americans were eating less and less deli food, she thought she should cultivate the overseas market. Judy knew she needed a job while she worked on her main goal of revitalizing the deli industry. And when she found JET, she thought it was perfect. She also convinced me to go with her.

  “Look, Lindsey. Paul’s friends know you’re here now, and they’ll probably tell him soon. When he finds out, he’ll think you came to the country because you were chasing him. In that case, how would you like to appear in front of him? Do you want to show him you’re wandering like an isolated American gaijin? Or, do you want to show that you’re breaking through the cultural barrier and intermingling with the Japanese people around you?”

  “Judy, it’s not that easy,” I said, raising my voice.

  “Has anything in your life been easy at the start, except for maybe your card counting when we played Blackjack?”

  As Judy laughed on my iPhone screen, I thought of our long-ago glory days. Hopping on a bus to Atlantic City on Friday night, spending our days in casinos, eating the best steak, and drinking the most expensive champagne. I had had an unusual photographic memory ever since my biological parents died in an accident. This skill made my memories of our trip to Atlantic City seem even more joyous.

  After we hung up the Skype call, I stared at the reflection of my confused face in the dark iPhone screen.

  I was determined to find a replacement for me at the school and get out of Hime.

  But after that, I thought, what do you want for yourself, Lindsey?

  Chapter One

  I talked to a JET staff member. She said I could discuss whatever I wanted with my 5,000 peers on the JET membership website forum. She said I could directly contact whoever I thought the position might fit.

  I jumped on the forum and made a post asking about a job swap. For a week, I didn’t receive any responses. Then, I went into the huge directory and started sending solicitation emails to all potential candidates. I estimated the pool was about 2,000. I sent twenty emails a day.

  Two weeks passed, and there was still no response.

  My feelings of boredom and isolation continued to grow. In addition to my video streaming of Red Sox games, I became an Amazon Prime member and started watching many movies for free, but my feeling of confinement made me focus on the suffering and nullified the joy.

  One morning, I received a phone call from Erica, a woman who also taught English at Hime Junior High School. She was also thirty years old, same as me, Judy, and Paul. She was my only Japanese friend in town, but she had three kids at home and no time to hang out with me.

  “Good morning, Lindsey. Sorry to bother you.”

  “No worries. I woke up a while ago.” I didn’t mention I woke up early because life here was too boring, especially at night. “What’s up?”

  “Can you come to school about thirty minutes earlier than usual? Mr. Principal wants to discuss something with us.”

  She explained that an English teacher who was in charge of senior students had become seriously ill.

  “I’m on my way.”

  I walked out of my tiny apartment. Mornings in this small town were quiet, the air fresh. I rode my new bicycle on the main street in the retail corridor. It reminded me of some of the small towns in Massachusetts, but this town had much more homogenized shops. Many of them were lined up side by side in a long stretch along the main street. At the end of the street, there was nothing but fields.

  I rode up the hill, climbing a steep, winding road.

  Our school sat on top of the hill, looking down at the entire city of Hime. The Sea of Japan was a crisp blue, and it spread out as far as I could see.

  When I got to the school, Mr. Principal was waiting outside for me.

  “Good morning, Lindsey san!”

  He bowed to me, and I bowed back.

  “How are you, Mr. Principal? You are here too early.”

  “Oh, not at all. How long has it been since you came here?” he said in his slow but accurate English.

  “Just seven weeks.”

  “Time flies, doesn’t it?”

  “Yes, it does.” As I smiled politely, I thought about how the past seven weeks had felt like the slowest time in my life.

  On my first day in Hime, he and Erica came to the Hime Station to greet me. It was the first week of April and the first day of the Japanese academic year. Outside the classroom windows, I saw beautiful cherry blossoms, petals falling off the tree as the wind blew. I stared at one petal as it swayed to the right and to the left before rising again and then falling onto the huge sports ground in front of the building.

  I thought about that memory as Mr. Principal and I walked through the school, heading toward his office. There was one private office for the principal, and the rest of the teachers each had their desks in a large staff room. He escorted me to his room, and we sat at a small conference table.

  “What is your impression about our school so far, Lindsey san?”

  “Well, the school building is solid and well maintained. They keep everything so clean and neat. But as soon as I walk inside the building, I feel something is wrong, to be honest with you. Don’t get me wrong. The students are happy and hardworking, and all the teachers are kind to me. But it feels like the school is shrinking. This school has more than 100 years of history, yet, I see the building has many unoccupied rooms. Perhaps, only 50 percent of it is being used. No offense, but I feel a bit scared.”

  “You made a good point. I am scared, too. In the last fifteen years, the city of Hime has shrunk from 2,300 junior high school students to 1,300. It is a sharp decline. The school district is contemplating the merger of some schools. Recently, Hime decided to just have only one high school in the town. Our junior high school may also be forced to merge with the other one,” the principal said, half in anger and half in disappointment.

  Erica and another English teacher came in. Mr. Principal started the discussion immediately.

  “Thanks for coming, everyone. Unfortunately, the English teacher who is ill isn’t going to be able to continue on, and we will need to replace her.”

  The school had three grades from seventh to ninth, and each grade had two classes. One class had about thirty
-five students. In total, there were 200 students at the school.

  He continued, “The academic year started in April, so it will be difficult for us to make a replacement in May. Normally, any school system in Japan would rely on substitute teachers, but I confirmed with the city official yesterday that there is no substitute teacher in Hime city.”

  I couldn’t believe my ears. Japan spends more budget on public schools per capita than the US. I just didn’t understand why we didn’t have substitutes.

  Erica frowned. She said doubtfully, “How about Toyama city? In the past, we depended on them for substitutes.”

  “I called them, but they are shorthanded, too. They said they could arrange a biology substitute teacher who is also licensed for English.”

  “License means little. Experience matters, Mr. Principal. Why we are facing this issue?”

  “Toyama city is expanding. That’s why they are shorthanded. But we are shrinking. That’s why we have a tight budget and could not afford a substitute teacher.”

  In order to get out of my own suffering, I thought I could give my position to a Japanese teacher who spoke good English as a last resort. But this conversation made me realize that I had no hope for that strategy.

  “Why are we shrinking, Mr. Principal?” I said. I just couldn’t help saying something.

  “The main industry of this city is fishery and fishery-related business. The port is located in the center of the city, facing Toyama Bay. The bay is one of the world’s best fish tanks because 500 kinds of sea creatures are living in it. Half of the students’ parents in this school are engaged in fishery-related business. The problem is that the fishery volume in Hime has been declining for the last twenty years. That is why people have been moving out.”

  Hearing about that made me think of my grandfather. My grandpa was the only fisherman I knew, and I used to visit him to escape my parents in my defiant youth.

  Erica added, “And fishing is a very complicated business with many complicated regulations and economic factors. It is not easy to revitalize this business. When the fishery shrinks, the city shrinks and the schools shrink.”