Wednesday, 20 April 2011
 It is practiced the kendo in a martial arts gymnasium at 20:00 for 19:00 yesterday. The first day of the kendo lesson hosted by a martial arts gymnasium.
 I had experience of the kendo in the past, but learned the thing that was rudimentary as a beginner to an instructor because there was a long-term blank.
 A way of the sitting straight. A way of the meditation. 
 How to grasp bamboo swords. A way of the etiquette. I left these.
The suburi. A men. A men of the jump suburi. A kote. A Dou. I have begun to regain a sense to wave a bamboo sword and a sense of the operation of the bamboo sword.
After having been over, by a different instructor, I was made to make a reservation to purchase arrival at way.
My virtual exile life in a slaughterhouse of the marvels where people on a quotes, is honest, scrupulous and acts efficiently, but on another quotes, is maniac calm, the rampant mental withdrawal and the half-mad. This blog is a description of observation of the habits of a slaughterhouse. Let's say "Good Luck!" to the poor cockroaches which have a face of the sheep at a slaughterhouse. I will leave the slaughterhouse. Please accept my sincere sympathy.
