…my first and last (for now) experience in Japan..
In this period of the year I feel special vibes. I feel something terrible and wonderful happened to me not that long ago.. something unforgettable, in good and bad..
Something that helped to grow up, something that made me hating someone (and hoping, day in day out, he and his family will find the worst in their life..), something that made me loving even more Japan and Japanese people and realizing that the target of my hate is just a little person, with an insignificant life and one day I will be good enough to stop hating such a small shit..
I realized long ago, almost at once, that the betrayal I suffered had nothing to do with my idea of Japan, of martial arts, of repect and discipline, of friendship and of trust in general..
Good to learn but I do not wish to anybody to experience what I did..
In those 3 days, and the months immediately following, I discovered who were the real friends and I have also been surprised, in positive, by some people, making my connection with them even stronger.
And from those 3 days in Tokyo, even without taking a single picture (crazy for who knows me) because I was so down, I got unforgettable memories of places and people, that push me to find afterwords Japanese penfriends and improve my Japanese language knowledge… and practice even with more dedication Japanese martial arts, for what they mean for me..