Sorry about the spelling.
I'm just leaning off the side of a wheelchair and have just got a model of a 5MT train going and have yet to cook the spuds.
A clip of lococomtiv real will follow,
Arigato goziamashita. Gomen nasai. Arigato...a, watashi, nihongono no, musukashi...?
whiich is approximately
I apologise. Good night. Thankyou, um, I know , of nothing Japanese I know nothing and bad language.
When I was spending
some time with another busted leg in a 4-bed room there was a tall young Japanese skier in the adjacent bed, and after 24hrs it was clear that this guy was getting nobody, a person came and translated his stuff to tell stuff I could not undserstand; he was scared severe fractures, and very much alone. I wasn't too well myself, but this guy was not doing well,
The tea-ladies he ignored, and nurses took his readings, and then I said at some point, quietly the French,
"Je Suis Rob McGavin"
but as he didn't reply in any way, after morning tea I think he took a little
"Ii Otenki. Watashi wa Rob McGavin..."
and it was like he had been struck by something;
I repeated it with him not responding,
adding "san" to my my name, and he rolled slightly towards me as if I was some alien, and with the complex things in injury and hospital rooms, and
said something like "hai" "aa" and we had a stuttering conversation and he laughed. Almost as if a black cloud had been lifted,
Two days later a crowd of fit young girls visited him. I doubt he metioned me; he was tough, flown back to Japan on a stretcher with out no-fault system. He never had to pay a penny for the hi-tech helicopter rescue, 10 days two in high-dependency then 'rescue' back to Japan,
but he will never forget that when he was as I judged it very scared and lonely, the guy in the next bed, may, or may not have mattered