the other day I told them about the opportunity to participate in the event authorities ized religion of the people here. I wore mikoshi, portable temple that is translated, all in celebration of local th festival. Aunt of a friend is in the organizing committee, and we pr eco it turns into this sweaty combination. It turns out that the thing more fun than I could feel that, although physically hard jaaaaaaaaaaaako . Jaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaako ....
not so hard, if you have average holdings in local terms, but if you are lower or higher, um ..... I think you will find the word "hedgehog", "back" and "sexual communicate "are sufficient association ...
J and I was among the latter, higher than average, worse option. pogrbiš If they went back, if amortizuješ in the knees, went up sheets, which in my case tea. barely walk this morning, but it will be, tomorrow will already be all ok, but OSJ ECAM that slowly passes. But we go again ....
morning we gathered at the station, to the grandmother who heart of hearts, really, in its antique wooden box on the dressing. At the speed we are indebted to the happi - garment bearing all on one team, changed out, and the temple. There we explained how to carry Hachimaki - headband absorbs sweat, met up with the rest of the team and the party slowly began. I mikoshi weighs about 120 pounds, so it seemed that the task will not be too hard ... but more about that later. Otherwise it is all wood decorated with gold, with a golden cock on top. Before leaving the priest passed kami - god of k oje inhabit this temple - the great temple in this small. How can this exactly work, I do not know because we, mortals, forbidden to see the process, priests surround the white cloth held by bamboo sticks, St. will last so r minutes and over. 
I was not in pain!
After introductory speeches, we went, I uprem shoulder in his corner, and what ..... nothing ... something unbelievable how hard 120 pounds, which in theory should be able to push the shoulder bar, if not raise, in practice they can not MRDN, as if pushing a wall Kastela. I see that the other suffer, do not get it. Nosam hramić me so, and on us, we visit with him village in gratitude for the deceased donors Lonja of funds , but also that of those who have not made anything, that iskamčimo yen. An elderly man goes ahead and collect the envelopes. And so came the first break, the temple is placed on the two goats and one detail then I opened my eyes.
So hramić based on their kid, but slightly asymmetrical, with one side of the kid too far, and one mustache hramića accept one side, lifted it with ease, while the d rugi moves a little kid. So, can one man to lift the entire structure, ie, at least half, if the other party relies on to something. What is it cool? Observing what happens during the day, I noticed that while I grbim and bending at the knees, the majority of Japanese people, lower than me, put a beam on which based food m at the shoulder and the whole of the hand switch from the upper the beam. So when I and my similar jadnici upremo to raise mikoshi, in fact, trying to raise him and all those who have included hand-carrying beam. Eureka! image below: pay attention to hand position may poppy in front of and behind me ... they are the ones hanging procedures that cost me the worst sore muscle in my life, even worse than the days when we Dejo and I hide from the rain in the alley at Ada, and decided to Prekratova time bowling (tomorrow, none of them could sit on one butt) ...
But the eureka me not much helped by the end of the day it hopped the environment, with konstantko rhythmically mumbling something that sounds about "Sui", something like that ... I have crossed in Serbia "and somehow pushed through the day. At each break, and there are enough people from that part of the community present a grace, so that by end of the day, but drank a bit, if not a little more. Beer, sake, beer, sake, gray, pake .....
So, while I watched it slowly lose the weight, Domoraud s are a growing number of arriving and we are very generously relinquished the lead, went for coffee, cakes, slow end of the day ...
moral of the second commandment of God is a serious matter, should I stick to. Idolatry of entertainment has proven to be interesting, but gradually more and more hard experiment, and consequently, my motivation was decreasing as the team plays at the end of the second half. If you are not 150% heart and soul for something, does not apply, do not try ...
Life in Tokyo, Japan! 
