Someone
asked me what was the most unexpected thing for me during my stay
in Japan. Well, I never thought I became a friend of a yakuza. We all
hear the stories about them but get close to them is a different
story. Even Japan is more and more open, their world is still closed
from Westerners.
But
let's start at the beginning. I was in Japan a year ago, in Yokohama.
(There are another post about the work there, here I don't want to
repeat myself.) He arrived at the club as a normal-looking customer
with a friend of his. He requested me and I didn't suspect anything
besides he was a tough-looking guy. We were chatting, joking and I was
impressed because he spoke quite good English and we could hold an
interesting conversation about Japanese culture, not the usual “Kiss
me!” or “What colour is your panties?” We were talking about
samurais and the old days of Japan.
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