Emiko
Yamasaki
Hi!
My name is Emiko Yamasaki and I am from Japan.
Below
is the link to my 5-minute feature "Memories". It is a poetic tapestry-like
feature that reflects peoples' childhood memories of their home countries.
Their subjective comments remind us of their diversified cultural
and historical backgrounds. Let "Memories" inspire your imagination
by portraying the landscape through sound effects and music. I hope
you will enjoy going on this sound journey to the world, flying over
time and space ,,,
Wen
Chung Chu (Taiwan) "You could hear the songs of insects,,,
at the same time, it was so quiet, that's my hometown. By fifteen
years old, I started to know something about myself.,,,My hometown
was a very small, isolated village,,, for young boys, they still tried
to find the way to prove themselves! "
Alka
Pande (India) "An old ancient town,,, it was an important centre
of the Sepoy mutinies when India rebelled against Britain. In my grandmother's
house, there was a large garden in our courtyard. The garden was always
filled with smell of flower's fragrance, I used to play around there,,,It
was a paradise for me."
Farzin
Malaki (Iran) "The Caspian Sea is close by,,, I would visit
the orangery my father had. The orange you just picked from the tree
has a completely different taste, so close to the God and nature,,,when
snow falls on these oranges, you take the orange and peel it, the
inside is so cold, it has such a special taste, I can't describe it.,,,Very
divine experience."
Monika
Metykoza (Slovakia) "Small town that is by the river Danube,,,
I remember going to the Danube and flowing the flower petals,,,We
have a bridge over the Danube, but it was bombed during the Second
World War, there is one arch of it on the one side and one arch of
the other, You can't go over the thing, I remember standing on the
bridge and looking at the scenery,,,"
Thomas
Buch-Andersen (Denmark) "There was a wooden bridge over the
river,,, it was connected to a small boat,,, and I liked sailing in
it,,, The Ferry would pass by, we call it "Faerge"- my brother, sister
and I used to call "Faerge comes, Faerge comes!" We would run down
to the bridge, get on the boat and wait for the nice wave of ride,,,"
Minna
Pierila (Finland) "Lovely emptiness,,, Stars are singing,,,
(Laughter) Forest in the night time. I remember the starlight reflecting
on the snow, whole surroundings are in color of silver. And I walk
down to the lake listening to the ice getting thicker. (The sound:
Bang, Bang; Pocks, Pocks, Pocks)
~
Ending part ~
"Who
created all these things, all these things, I must come back here
again." "We used take crabs, keeping them in the small bucket
and then bring them back where they were again,,," "I can't
describe it, very divine experience."
Listen
to Memories in Real Audio
