Portraits in Japan are a slave of rules and language.
strict rules, rigid education, language and laws to limit understandable.
In Japan, if you are a foreigner, live, but also live well '.
constantly aware and somewhat of a form of coercion.
and I talk to my lawyer, I just bowed and apologized for the delay, exchange bows' cause of course he apologized that I apologize.
And then you enter the Embassy, \u200b\u200bItalian, and behold, suddenly I think I have gone through a mirror. It takes a second. A second net.
Suddenly I'm the one who understands how to turn the steam and the people before me, I know her well.
People who rounds off the corners, that bypasses the obstacles, which you can 'speak in Italian.
And it 's really a great feeling, to see my lawyer suddenly gasping, fish out of water and I felt free, finding myself in the oppression that I know, that's my home, and that the relaxation of human selfishness, which is a odds with morality 'local.
That tells me that the policeman Yammi Yammi. Officers who call me by name and talk about bypassing my office, because 'and' more 'so comfortable'. And it 'right.
And I almost tempted to undo his tie and belt and relax.
under the window from which the above team cop a girl in shorts too short, a team with a face that you should never do in public. Not if you do not want to be arrested. But the law here and 'his. And then stays with his face to drool while horny chick in question compile modules.
And then you quit. My
cervical already 'stiffens a little.
A couple of bows and everyone on their side.
