chapter  29
Bridging the Professions
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I had no idea how to cook Japanese food; so I lived on rice and vegetables, or the cheese brought down from the embassy 'Gatehouse' shop. Cheese or bread (other than 'doorstop' white) were not to be found in Kamakura. My everyday conversational language skills improved dramatically during a six-week hospital stay, following a walking accident near the Karuizawa besso, holiday house of the Hongkong and Shanghai Bank. I saw what it was like to be a patient at a Japanese hospital and how keenly the Japanese medical profession dispense sachets of powdered medication.