
Some of my fondest memories of Japan have less to do with major tourist attractions and more to do with the journeys I had to take in order to reach them. When I close my eyes and cast my thoughts back to some random episode during one of my several trips to that country, I would often find myself gratefully and happily reminiscing about a quiet backstreet in the middle of a sprawling city, or a peaceful road through verdant rice fields out in the countryside, rather than about temples that have stood for hundreds of years or lavishly decorated palaces. The remembered sounds filling my head at that moment would be neither the measured strains of a gagaku ensemble nor the sonorous chanting of monks, but the barking of a dog tied to a rusty gate and the piercing, almost mournful wailing of sirens at a level crossing just as the barriers come down and a train goes roaring past.
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