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August 11th, 2011. Chiba, Japan.

A mix of confusion and awe as I step off the platform.

I must have made a mistake. But maybe a good mistake.

Birds caw and cicadas click gently, filling the warm afternoon air with sounds of nature. The train platform is open to the air and on the other side of the tracks is a high fence. Beyond it, a bicycle and walking path leading to a park.

Children are running around and playing in the park, but surprisingly quietly. Very Japanese.

A Tale of Two Sorts of Busy

The smoke seemed to have a mind of its own. Filtering from the owner's cigarette one table over, it conjures images of a snake-charmer playing a flute. It seems to defy physics in how it dances through the air.

The bar was ever-so-slightly slightly too dark for what we were trying to do, the main source of light filtering through Chinese-style red paper lanterns as we were poured through the financial ledgers.

A long pause sets in, we're almost done and getting through the last 10% is taking an effort.

The waiter tells me that the coffee machine is broken and that they're out of chicken pies. Okay, water is fine then, thanks.

We finish going through the ledgers. I'm tired, but not like my two long term friends here. They're both entirely worn out.

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