in Japan it is the law that everybody who has a TV that can receive NHK should pay a licence fee which funds NHK Japan's national Broadcaster.
i found a fictional story which is about a license fee collector this passage from a book "1Q84"
At three p.m., someone at the entrance of the building rang her bell. Aomame ignored it. It wasn't possible that anyone would be visiting her. She had the kettle on for tea, but to be on the safe side she switched off the gas and listened. The bell rang three or four times and then was silent.
About five minutes later a bell rang again. This time it was the doorbell to her apartment. Now someone was inside the building, right outside her door. The person may have followed a resident inside, or else had rung somebody else's bell and talked their way in. Aomame kept perfectly still. If somebody comes, don't answer, Tamaru had instructed her. Set the dead bolt and don't make a sound.
The doorbell must have rung ten times. A little too persistent for a salesman-they usually give up at three rings. As she held her breath, the person began to knock on the door with his fist. It wasn't that loud a sound, but she could sense the irritation behind it. "Miss Takai," a low, middle-aged man's voice said. A slightly hoarse voice. "Miss Takai. Can you please answer the door?"
Takai was the fake name on the mailbox.
"Miss Takai, I know this isn't a good time, but I would like to see you. Please."
The man paused for a moment, waiting for a response. When there was none, he knocked on the door again, this time a little louder.
"I know you're inside, Miss Takai, so let's cut to the chase and open the door. I know you're in there and can hear me."
Aomame picked up the automatic pistol from the table and clicked off the safety. She wrapped the pistol in a towel and held it by the grip.
She had no idea who this could be, nor what he could possibly want. His anger seemed directed at her-why, she had no clue-and he was determined to get her to open the door. Needless to say, in her present position this was the last thing she wanted.
The knocking finally stopped and the man's voice echoed again in the hallway.
"Miss Takai, I am here to collect your NHK fee. That's right, good old NHK. I know you're at home. No matter how much you try to stay quiet, I can tell. Working this job for so many years, I know when someone is really out, and when they're just pretending. Even when a person tries to stay very quiet, there are still signs he's there. People breathe, their hearts beat, their stomachs continue to digest food. Miss Takai, I know you're in there, and that you're waiting for me to give up and leave. You're not planning to open the door or answer me. Because you don't want to pay the subscription fee."
The man's voice was louder than it needed to be, and it reverberated down the hallway of the building. That was his intention-calling out the person's name so loudly that it would make them feel ridiculed and embarrassed. And so it would be a warning to all the neighbors. Aomame kept perfectly silent. She wasn't about to respond. She put the pistol back on the table. Just to be sure, though, she kept the safety off. The man could just be pretending to be an NHK fee collector. Seated at the dining table, she stared at the front door.
She wanted to stealthily pad over to the door, look through the peephole, and check out what kind of person he was. But she was glued to the chair. Better not do anything unnecessary-after a while he would give up and leave.
The man, however, seemed ready to deliver an entire lecture.
"Miss Takai, let's not play hide and seek anymore, okay? I'm not doing this because I like to. Even I have a busy schedule. Miss Takai, I know you watch TV. And everyone who watches TV, without exception, has to pay the NHK subscription fee. You may not like it, but that's the law. Not paying the fee is the same as stealing, Miss Takai, you don't want to be treated as a thief because of something as petty as this, do you? This is a fancy building you live in, and I don't think you will have any trouble paying the fee. Right? Hearing me proclaim this to the world can't be much fun for you."
Normally Aomame wouldn't care if an NHK fee collector was making a racket like this. But right now she was in hiding, trying to keep out of sight. She didn't want anything to attract the attention of other residents. But there was nothing she could do about it. She had to keep still and wait until he went away.
"I know I'm repeating myself, Miss Takai, but I am sure you're in there, listening to me. And you're thinking this: Why, of all places, did you have to choose my apartment to stand outside of? I wonder, too, Miss Takai. It's probably because I don't like people pretending not to be at home. Pretending not to be at home is just a temporary solution, isn't it? I want you to open the door and tell me to my face that you don't have any intention of paying the NHK fee. You would feel much better, and so would I. That would leave some room for discussion. Pretending to be out is not the way to go. It's like a pitiful little rat hiding in the dark. It only sneaks out when people aren't around. What a miserable way to live your life."
This man's lying, Aomame thought. That's just ridiculous, that he can sense when somebody is at home. I haven't made a sound. His real goal is to just stand in front of a random apartment, make a racket, and intimidate all the other residents, to make people decide they would prefer to pay the fee than to have him plant himself outside their door like that. This man must have tried the same tactics elsewhere and had good results.
"Miss Takai, I know you find me unpleasant. I can understand perfectly what you're thinking. And you're right-I am an unpleasant person. I'm aware of that. But you have to understand, Miss Takai, that pleasant people don't make good fee collectors. There are tons of people in the world who have decided they aren't going to pay the NHK subscription fee, and if you're going to collect from people like that you can't always act so nice. I would rather leave with no problem, just say, Is that right? You don't want to pay the fee? I understand. Sorry to bother you. But I can't. Collecting the fee is my job, and besides, personally I don't like it when people pretend not to be at home."
The man stopped and paused. And then he knocked on the door ten times in a row.
"Miss Takai, you must be finding this annoying. Aren't you starting to feel like a real thief by now? Think about it. We're not talking about a lot of money here. Enough to buy a modest dinner at your neighborhood chain restaurant. Just pay it, and you won't be treated like a thief. You won't have anyone yelling at you outside or banging on your door anymore. Miss Takai, I know you're hiding in there. You think you can hide and get away from me forever. Well-go ahead and try. You can keep as quiet as you like, but one of these days somebody is going to find you. You can't act so sneaky forever. Consider this: there are people a whole lot poorer than you all over Japan who faithfully pay their fee every month. Is that fair?"
Fifteen knocks on the door followed. Aomame counted them.
"I get it, Miss Takai. You're pretty stubborn too. Fine. I'll be going now. I can't stand outside here forever. But rest assured, I'll be back. Once I decide on something, I don't give up easily. And I don't like people pretending to be out. I'll be back, and I'll knock on your door. I'll keep banging on your door until the whole world has heard it. I promise you this, a promise just between you and me. All right? Well, I'll be seeing you soon."
She didn't hear any footsteps. Perhaps he had on rubber soles. Aomame stayed still there for five minutes, staring at the door. The hallway outside was quiet again, and she couldn't hear a thing. She crept to the front door, summoned her courage, and peered out the peephole. No one was there.
She reset the safety on the pistol and took some deep breaths to get her heart rate back down. She switched on the gas, heated up water, made green tea, and drank it. It was only an NHK collector, she told herself. But there was something malicious, sick even, about his voice. Whether this was directed at her personally or at the fictitious Miss Takai, she couldn't tell. Still, that husky voice and persistent knock disturbed her, like something clammy sticking to your bare skin.
Aomame undressed and took a shower. She carefully scrubbed herself in the hot water. After she finished and had put on clean clothes, she felt a bit better. The clammy sensation was gone. She sat down on the sofa and drank the rest of the tea. She tried to read her book but couldn't concentrate on the words. Fragments of the man's voice came back to her.
"You think you can hide and get away from me forever. Well-go ahead and try. You can keep as quiet as you like, but one of these days somebody is going to find you."
She shook her head. The man just said whatever nonsense popped into his head, yelling things just to make people feel bad. He doesn't know a thing about me-what I've done, why I'm here. Still, her heart wouldn't stop pounding.
You can keep as quiet as you like, but one of these days somebody is going to find you.
The fee collector's words sounded like they had deeper implications. Maybe it was just a coincidence, she thought, but that man knew exactly what to say to upset me. Aomame gave up reading and closed her eyes as she lay on the sofa.
i found a fictional story which is about a license fee collector this passage from a book "1Q84"
At three p.m., someone at the entrance of the building rang her bell. Aomame ignored it. It wasn't possible that anyone would be visiting her. She had the kettle on for tea, but to be on the safe side she switched off the gas and listened. The bell rang three or four times and then was silent.
About five minutes later a bell rang again. This time it was the doorbell to her apartment. Now someone was inside the building, right outside her door. The person may have followed a resident inside, or else had rung somebody else's bell and talked their way in. Aomame kept perfectly still. If somebody comes, don't answer, Tamaru had instructed her. Set the dead bolt and don't make a sound.
The doorbell must have rung ten times. A little too persistent for a salesman-they usually give up at three rings. As she held her breath, the person began to knock on the door with his fist. It wasn't that loud a sound, but she could sense the irritation behind it. "Miss Takai," a low, middle-aged man's voice said. A slightly hoarse voice. "Miss Takai. Can you please answer the door?"
Takai was the fake name on the mailbox.
"Miss Takai, I know this isn't a good time, but I would like to see you. Please."
The man paused for a moment, waiting for a response. When there was none, he knocked on the door again, this time a little louder.
"I know you're inside, Miss Takai, so let's cut to the chase and open the door. I know you're in there and can hear me."
Aomame picked up the automatic pistol from the table and clicked off the safety. She wrapped the pistol in a towel and held it by the grip.
She had no idea who this could be, nor what he could possibly want. His anger seemed directed at her-why, she had no clue-and he was determined to get her to open the door. Needless to say, in her present position this was the last thing she wanted.
The knocking finally stopped and the man's voice echoed again in the hallway.
"Miss Takai, I am here to collect your NHK fee. That's right, good old NHK. I know you're at home. No matter how much you try to stay quiet, I can tell. Working this job for so many years, I know when someone is really out, and when they're just pretending. Even when a person tries to stay very quiet, there are still signs he's there. People breathe, their hearts beat, their stomachs continue to digest food. Miss Takai, I know you're in there, and that you're waiting for me to give up and leave. You're not planning to open the door or answer me. Because you don't want to pay the subscription fee."
The man's voice was louder than it needed to be, and it reverberated down the hallway of the building. That was his intention-calling out the person's name so loudly that it would make them feel ridiculed and embarrassed. And so it would be a warning to all the neighbors. Aomame kept perfectly silent. She wasn't about to respond. She put the pistol back on the table. Just to be sure, though, she kept the safety off. The man could just be pretending to be an NHK fee collector. Seated at the dining table, she stared at the front door.
She wanted to stealthily pad over to the door, look through the peephole, and check out what kind of person he was. But she was glued to the chair. Better not do anything unnecessary-after a while he would give up and leave.
The man, however, seemed ready to deliver an entire lecture.
"Miss Takai, let's not play hide and seek anymore, okay? I'm not doing this because I like to. Even I have a busy schedule. Miss Takai, I know you watch TV. And everyone who watches TV, without exception, has to pay the NHK subscription fee. You may not like it, but that's the law. Not paying the fee is the same as stealing, Miss Takai, you don't want to be treated as a thief because of something as petty as this, do you? This is a fancy building you live in, and I don't think you will have any trouble paying the fee. Right? Hearing me proclaim this to the world can't be much fun for you."
Normally Aomame wouldn't care if an NHK fee collector was making a racket like this. But right now she was in hiding, trying to keep out of sight. She didn't want anything to attract the attention of other residents. But there was nothing she could do about it. She had to keep still and wait until he went away.
"I know I'm repeating myself, Miss Takai, but I am sure you're in there, listening to me. And you're thinking this: Why, of all places, did you have to choose my apartment to stand outside of? I wonder, too, Miss Takai. It's probably because I don't like people pretending not to be at home. Pretending not to be at home is just a temporary solution, isn't it? I want you to open the door and tell me to my face that you don't have any intention of paying the NHK fee. You would feel much better, and so would I. That would leave some room for discussion. Pretending to be out is not the way to go. It's like a pitiful little rat hiding in the dark. It only sneaks out when people aren't around. What a miserable way to live your life."
This man's lying, Aomame thought. That's just ridiculous, that he can sense when somebody is at home. I haven't made a sound. His real goal is to just stand in front of a random apartment, make a racket, and intimidate all the other residents, to make people decide they would prefer to pay the fee than to have him plant himself outside their door like that. This man must have tried the same tactics elsewhere and had good results.
"Miss Takai, I know you find me unpleasant. I can understand perfectly what you're thinking. And you're right-I am an unpleasant person. I'm aware of that. But you have to understand, Miss Takai, that pleasant people don't make good fee collectors. There are tons of people in the world who have decided they aren't going to pay the NHK subscription fee, and if you're going to collect from people like that you can't always act so nice. I would rather leave with no problem, just say, Is that right? You don't want to pay the fee? I understand. Sorry to bother you. But I can't. Collecting the fee is my job, and besides, personally I don't like it when people pretend not to be at home."
The man stopped and paused. And then he knocked on the door ten times in a row.
"Miss Takai, you must be finding this annoying. Aren't you starting to feel like a real thief by now? Think about it. We're not talking about a lot of money here. Enough to buy a modest dinner at your neighborhood chain restaurant. Just pay it, and you won't be treated like a thief. You won't have anyone yelling at you outside or banging on your door anymore. Miss Takai, I know you're hiding in there. You think you can hide and get away from me forever. Well-go ahead and try. You can keep as quiet as you like, but one of these days somebody is going to find you. You can't act so sneaky forever. Consider this: there are people a whole lot poorer than you all over Japan who faithfully pay their fee every month. Is that fair?"
Fifteen knocks on the door followed. Aomame counted them.
"I get it, Miss Takai. You're pretty stubborn too. Fine. I'll be going now. I can't stand outside here forever. But rest assured, I'll be back. Once I decide on something, I don't give up easily. And I don't like people pretending to be out. I'll be back, and I'll knock on your door. I'll keep banging on your door until the whole world has heard it. I promise you this, a promise just between you and me. All right? Well, I'll be seeing you soon."
She didn't hear any footsteps. Perhaps he had on rubber soles. Aomame stayed still there for five minutes, staring at the door. The hallway outside was quiet again, and she couldn't hear a thing. She crept to the front door, summoned her courage, and peered out the peephole. No one was there.
She reset the safety on the pistol and took some deep breaths to get her heart rate back down. She switched on the gas, heated up water, made green tea, and drank it. It was only an NHK collector, she told herself. But there was something malicious, sick even, about his voice. Whether this was directed at her personally or at the fictitious Miss Takai, she couldn't tell. Still, that husky voice and persistent knock disturbed her, like something clammy sticking to your bare skin.
Aomame undressed and took a shower. She carefully scrubbed herself in the hot water. After she finished and had put on clean clothes, she felt a bit better. The clammy sensation was gone. She sat down on the sofa and drank the rest of the tea. She tried to read her book but couldn't concentrate on the words. Fragments of the man's voice came back to her.
"You think you can hide and get away from me forever. Well-go ahead and try. You can keep as quiet as you like, but one of these days somebody is going to find you."
She shook her head. The man just said whatever nonsense popped into his head, yelling things just to make people feel bad. He doesn't know a thing about me-what I've done, why I'm here. Still, her heart wouldn't stop pounding.
You can keep as quiet as you like, but one of these days somebody is going to find you.
The fee collector's words sounded like they had deeper implications. Maybe it was just a coincidence, she thought, but that man knew exactly what to say to upset me. Aomame gave up reading and closed her eyes as she lay on the sofa.
