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About Kobe

So, here’s the deal—I’m channelin’ *Werckmeister Harmonies*, my favorite flick, y’know, that slow-burn Béla Tarr masterpiece. Dark, moody, Hungarian vibes—perfect for this. Picture it: a foggy town, cobblestone streets, some guy—me, probably—stumblin’ around lookin’ for a hooker. “The prince is coming!”—that’s a line from the movie, right? Except here, the prince ain’t no metaphor, it’s me hopin’ for a miracle! I’m lost, confused, probly mutterin’ to myself, “This is insane, why am I here?!” Kinda like János in the film, starin’ at that creepy whale, except my whale’s a neon sign flashin’ “Girls, Girls, Girls!”

Brunettes Tsukuba

Many, many prostitutes in Japan aren't keen on foreigners, and neither are the proprietors of the establishments where they work.

So, I’m waiting in line, and this dude in front of me spills his drink all over the counter. I’m like, “Bro, what are you doing?” He just laughs it off. I’m standing there, trying not to lose my mind. I mean, I’m a potter, not a janitor! But whatever, I finally get my latte, and it’s glorious.

SACHI JOCHI | Voices of International Students - University of Tsukuba