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Təşkilati Mədəniyyət: Okamuranın Əhvəlatı

Bir gün gəldilər ki, tələbələr sinif otağında kreslodan birinin belini sındırıb və liftin içərisində əl tutacağını cızıb. Kreslo Yaponiyadan alınmışdı, brend adı Okamura idi. Lift isə Schindler istehsalı idi.  

Evə getməzdən əvvəl oturdum "Okamura" adından bir məktub yazdım və bütün universitetə yolladım. Axşam külli miqdarda email aldım. Hamı elə bilmişdi ki, beli sınan Yaponiyadan olan tələbəmizdir. Hər kəs Okamuraya kömək etmək istəyirdi. 

Səhərisi gün işə gələn kimi Schindlerdən Okamuraya bir məktub yazdım, yenə bütün universitetə yolladım. Universitetdə hamı bir-birinə dəymişdi. Hamı bu iki "insanı" tapıb onlara yardım etmək istəyirdi. Həmin gün də bu "insanların" harada olduğunu heç kəsə demədim.

Üçüncü günü səhər tezdən sınmış kreslonu götürüb, universitetin bir qrup rəhbər və sıravi işçiləri ilə giriş qapısında toplaşdıq. İçəri girən hər müəllim və tələbəyə beli qırılmış Okamuranı təqdim etdik. Digər bir qrup işçilərimiz də liftlərin qarşısında durub, içəri girənə qolu cizılmış Schindleri təqdim edirdilər. 

O səhər hamı Okamuranın kreslo, Schindlerin isə lift olduğunu anladı. Həmin gündən illər keçdi, amma bütün universitet əhli öz əmlakını həssaslıqla qorumağa başladı. 

A Letter of Okamura from Japan

I came here to serve these people. I also had a dream, just like them. But mine was bigger than theirs. I thought I would offer them a new lifestyle. My dream was about bringing novelty, sophistication, comfort and mobility to their lives. I thought if I let them live different, they could, perhaps, think big and act different.

Before I left Japan, I heard so much about them. I wanted to be part of their dream. I wanted to add to their diversity. I could have served these people for 10 years. Alas, my aspirations were cut short.  After 18 months of loyalty and service, they broke my ribs.

It hurts when someone out there can cut your dreams short with a knife. Even though my broken ribs hurt much, physical pain matters less. Ignorance, selfishness, indifference causes more pain.

I am not giving up though. I will keep going. Because among them, there are many who will bake to save a sick one. And as long as those who bake to save a life keep going, I will keep going. I will not give up my dreams just because someone can break my ribs. I will keep going.

For now, I must find a way to go back to Japan and get my ribs replaced. Even though I must depart soon, I worry much about Schindler from Germany. His story is even more unsettling….

Okamura
March 5, 2014

A Letter of Schindler to Okamura

Dear Okamura,

I hear you will be leaving for Japan to replace your broken ribs. You know, they have broken my arm. Not once, several times. Their reckless attitude is simply amazing. They walk into the elevator in groups of 20 students. I can carry a maximum of 10 persons, you know. Among them, there is always an enthusiastic one who tries to sit on my arms, or hang on my arms. Can you imagine my shock?! You are supposed to hold onto my arm. My arm is not made for sitting on it or wrestling with it.

I was brought here during the construction. They put me inside a shaft and since then, I have been carrying these people up and down every single day. I have never seen what is outside there, but I hear this place is beautiful. I wish some of these people appreciated my service to them and treated me nicely. That is the only aspiration I have. I can only hope for it.

Anyways, go, Okamura, go. Go to Japan and get your ribs replaced. But do come back, please. We need you. I need you, Okamura. Don’t leave me by myself over here.

Yours truly,

Schindler
March 6, 2014

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