As I pull out my chair to take my seat I glance out of the window and I’m greeted by a young girl of no more than 8 years old flying down the pedestrianised High Street; pink jacket with a rainbow of tassels and ribbons flowing in her own breeze as she kicks the...
As I alight the train at Kawasaki I’m greeted by the pleasant sound of bird song. Sadly it only takes a few steps down the platform before I realise these are pre recorded chirps and much like canned laughter it numbs the effect. Kawasaki is where national hero Mitoma...
08:49 am, 12 degrees and a there’s a drizzle of rain but i’ve been sat here at this cafe window for 30 minutes and only spotted one person without an umbrella – a foreigner, hair tied back and briskly galloping down the high street. The Japanese nation have...
