Tattooing is the most misunderstood art form in Japan today. Looked down upon for centuries and rarely discussed in social circles, people with tattoos are outcasts in this country, banned from most public spaces such as beaches, bathhouses, and even gyms. Tattoos have an extensive history in Japan, and to truly understand the stigma behind them it is essential to be aware of their significance. The first records of tattoos...Read More
As Hans Rosling came to the end of his speech, all 15 of us just sat there, in an awed trance, as a glaze of silence settled around us. A few seconds later, we become clear-headed enough to remember that we were to meet Hans Rosling backstage. And then a bubble of chatter stats again. We’re all eager to meet him. Everyone was preparing their questions and trying to pass the time, which seemed frozen.
We carried our chit-chat to the backstage room, where Hans Rosling would meet us. We waited for him patiently, some of us chatting, others preparing their notes on their iPhones.
That was the atmosphere Hans Rosling met when he opened the door. Another hush came over us; even the people who had their backs turned to the door and were talking quieted. It was just his presence, so powerful, so….there. The tension in the air was almost edible. Then he started talking, and that melted away.
I could see that everyone was thinking the same thoughts as I. I was still shocked and numb to the fact that I was talking to one of the most famous people in the world. I never would’ve thought that me, a small town girl, would have had this chance. I was both excited and eager. I knew that every second we spent with him was precious, and I knew that I could learn much from him. And with the pressure to be as perfect as I possibly could and a single, brilliant question in the crevices of my mind, I raised my hand, a small candle waiting to be lit….
At 10:30 PM, all of us reluctantly left Hans Rosling and came out of the theater, enlightened, and more.