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by スイスの高級時計ブランド「ウブロ」は6日、米大リーグ・ヤンキースの田中将大投手、女子プロゴルフのイ・ボミ選手を招き、都内でチャリティイベントを開いた。神宮外苑の室内球技場で開かれたイベントには近くの小学校の野球チームから9人、ゴルフを習っている小学生9人も参加。あこがれのマー君やボミ選手と一緒に、ピッチングや、ゴルフのアプローチで的当てに挑戦した。的当てでは田中選手、ボミ選手、ともに自分の競技と互いの競技にも取り組んだ。田中選手は「いろいろなスポーツを経験して自分の競技に生かして」と子どもたちにエールを送った。イ・ボミ選手は「これからも体に気をつけて頑張って。それと、田中選手をはじめ野球をやっている人は体のバランスがよくゴルフも上手ですね」と驚いた様子だった。当てた的の合計金額は、子どもたちのために活動するNPOに寄付される。   VIDEO...

#GivingDecember in Japan

by To highlight both #GivingTuesday and the month of giving in Japan, Hublot for the second year in a row has donated funds to Living Dreams with a Sports day event with Masahiro Tanaka and Bo Mee Lee raising 1,950,000 JPY for the...

#GivingTuesday 2016

by We had another successful #GivingTuesday event where over 3 dozen people got together to raise funds for the homes for Christmas Wishes. We were entertained by Tansei and Rio Saito all evening. Thank you again for a great...

For a Lost Child

by For a Lost Child My experience within the walls of a Japanese children’s home By Nicolo Govoni, [email protected]   The air is fresh and clear between the branches of a shrine grove.   As the rainy season gives the inhabitants of Tokyo a day of rest, it is typical in the evening to see couples strolling hand in hand, children lingering on their bikes and ladies hurrying home loaded with shopping bags.   Walking through the slender streets of Minami Kugahara, lined with terraced houses, the street lights reflecting on the silent rails, twilight coming down placid and gentle, I muse that the city down here doesn’t look all that different from the small Italian village my grandmother grew up in.   St. Francis is a small shelter for orphaned children located in South Tokyo, surrounded by the peace and tranquillity of the suburbs. The sloping roof on the brown sky, the golden light shining through the windows, a small garden beyond a wrought iron gate before I remove my shoes to get in. I’m immediately greeted by Sister Yoshibayashi, an old nun with a clever light in her eyes, not a wrinkle in sight on her grey robe, and her hair, grey as well, covered by a veil, makes way in the corridors of St. Francis.   I look around and register the furniture around me carefully, the pictures on the wall, the kawaii statuettes on a polished-looking chest; I try to memorize each element, not only because I will have to write about it, but because I know I’m privileged, for even just being here, my...
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