Cognitive dissonance
"the state of mental discomfort of an individual caused by a collision in his consciousness of conflicting ideas"

12 years for a girl in Israel or just Bat-Mitzwa (13 years and Bar-Mitzwa for boys, respectively) is a majority, a great event that is not inferior to the significance of the wedding, and in the magnitude of the celebration sometimes exceeds it.
But often parents, having thrown up the upcoming expenses to the nose and realizing that they will have to drink and feed... a hundred people, whom the child has not seen in the eyes, and it is not for nothing, go to a quite reasonable compromise with regard to themselves and the culprit of the celebration:
"Well, let's gather a full hall of people, and you'll be a real princess there, or let's fly somewhere for a couple of weeks of your choice? The answer to the provocative-territorial question is usually obvious.
The first princess on her DR prototyped with her mother America from ocean to ocean.
The second child also turned out to be "not a freer" and on timid attempts to sell her Disneyland from Europe, she said harshly: I will always have time to Paris. This time it is Japan.

Japan is Japan!
Organized tour for the weak, we do everything ourselves, and here Daddy sat in forums, google maps and flight aggregators, and quietly sitting mother went to torture the internet with queries: "earthquakes in Japan" "to buy a child from the Yakuza", "what to do if the child is lost in Kyoto", "whether geisha is contagious" and so on.
Running forward, I will say that Cassandra's syndrome is not alien to her spouse, and in part her fears were realized. On the day of our departure to Japan it (Japan) trembled well, but we were still connected in Paris at this time. On the day of our departure from the Land of the Rising Sun, with one eye I watched the heroic game of the Russian national team at the World Cup, and in the second - the heroic work of the Japanese emergency services, since Kyoto was already covered by flooding. I lost my child once, but not in Kyoto, but in Osaka. Geisha and Yakuza did not work. And in general, he had to tattoo with a sports bandage in the local sauna, because the eyes of the samurai grandparents, who were not afraid, just shouted: "I am charging!"

and Japan. Everything that is written about her is true and false. You can’t feel it when you listen to other people’s stories. You have to visit there. I have spent most of my life in a country with a fairly good level of service, but in Japan this level is prohibited. I looked into the eyes of these aliens who were ready to make harakiri if they couldn’t help you, and I wanted to shout, “I don’t believe it!” It cannot be so good.
After all, when you leave the resort (a national hotel), and the owner accompanies you, standing on your knees and worshiping, you torment yourself with the question: - Is he grateful to you that you gave him money, or praises God that you finally dropped?

But gradually we believed, and, and allowed this world to settle within us and relax, like a herb bath in the onsen.
For skeptics, yes, of course – I know about the highest levels of stress in Japan, and deaths at work, and the forest of suicides, and maniacs in the subway, but the child does not need to know it, she has a journey into a fairy tale – and the fairy tale Japan knows how to implement like no other country.

to the affair. Last day, again Tokyo, the Sibuya district, something like Manhattan in the United States, neon, engines, euphoria, a comfortable hotel with a swimming pool. Behind and Disney, and Universal, and the Valley of the Geysers, and the Imperial palaces. My child is happy and I don’t need it anymore. though though! I go to the minimarket, buy something for little, among other things, take a bottle of local whiskey (alcohol they have, by the way, quality). I talk to the youngest on the phone, what else to do. The rainbow Japanese with a smile, of course, shutterly packing shopping. Then came the whiskey. And suddenly, VOICE like from a distant planet, destroying the rainbow Japanese dome:
Do you need glasses under the bottle?
To say that I am oh...l, nothing to say. And he stands and slides, pleased with the effect.
I am in shock, I watch. “Well, Japanese, what is gold in your mouth for a fix?
“It’s okay, brother, I’m a Tajik, I study here at the university, I work in the evening. I wanted to laugh at you!

So I got to know Anzura and cognitive dissonance.