And here I am back in Tokyo. The only thing that surprizes is how casual and even dull it all looks today. I easily identify myself as a part of this dreamlike scenary without even bothering or realizing how long time I haven’t been here. Faces, faces… Taking portrets here in Japan is a pure and uncompromized euthoria. When you taste your first tuna bit and inevitably dig what crap you’ve been eating since the last pilgrimage here, you feel kind of sorry for yourself – more than for all the others, as now you know exactly how tuna should taste and you will have to carry this knowledge with you back home. Fortunately, each small Asahi sip effectively dissolves this spooky cloud of past-to-future concerns and you flow on with a funny conversation about traditional Japanese pickles and “rare sushi items” with a cool Japanese couple in a small sushi bar right across the street from your temporary nest for the coming two weeks. They are truly cool. They laugh and teach you "magic" tricks with rubber bends twisting them around their fingers and unexpectedly releasing them and so on, they teach you some basic (well, complicated enough for me) Japanese phrases and scream with true joy when they hear you say it out loud to tthe chef, an old man in his 70s with a face full of "smily" wrinkles. He laughs too and everybody is just simply happy. Jsut happy. Such a nice magic trick.