His name was Yasu. He was a public servant, a modest occupation that suited his quiet demeanour. Yasu was softly spoken; he would always pause and think before saying anything, something that I found rare in this world. To me, …
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It would get dark at 4pm in early winter, so I would sit on the train, rugged up in all my layers and feeling sleepy from the heated seats and soothing rock of the train, back and forth. All around …
Japanese people are always seeking agreement or consensus. They avoid any kind of confrontation, regardless of how minor.
The first year I lived in Japan, I was in a tiny shoebox of a student dorm adjacent to the university campus.