Ginza by night has the same party atmosphere as Shibuya, but the people are older and richer. There’s money in the air.
I had dinner with the editors and a couple of graphic designers that we met at the art opening. I was reminded of how little I understand when Japanese start talking /hayakuchi (literally: fast mouth) with each other; if I’m involved in the conversation they adjust to my pace, but I tend to forget in between that they do that. And when I’m reminded I tend to get a bit down.
The hayakuchi happens in Berlin too when my Japanese friends get together and especially when they get drunk. I usually refer to that phenomenon as “FM Tanabe”, the radio station that I often listen to but still don’t understand much of (though a significant change actually happened during the last half year, so the comparison isn’t entirely accurate anymore). My friends would look at me and ask if I’m alright. And I would reply “FM Tanabe”, and they would understand.