#ruuchuu

As I've mentioned in previous posts and drawings published here, last year I started studying Okinawan, the mother tongue of my grandparents, considered by the UN to be endangered but still spoken in Brazil,

An old and intriguing memory I have from the time my family owned a bakery in Santo André, Brazil, is when an elderly gentleman, who I was told he was a researcher of Okinawan immigration to Brazil, came

As I mentioned in previous posts, including yesterday's - The pink color of parties table paper cover - my grandparents immigrated from what is now Okinawa Prefecture in Japan, a place with a very distinct

In Okinawa, the land from which my grandparents immigrated, there is a nearly ubiquitous figure called a shisa, made of ceramic or stone, which local belief attributes to the power of protecting places