I've moved to my new host family and all is going well. They're fun people, have a wonderfully big Irish Setter, and there's a big green park with basketball hoops within walking distance. I went to check out the hoops on the 31st. While riding my bicycle through the park, I was stopped and interviewed by secret detectives! There was a murder two years ago that day, just about the place I was cycling. Good times. We had a five minute conversation in Japanese, which is the best language practice I've ever engaged in. The contrast in pressure between the interview and your standard "the weather lately.." conversation was an order of magnitude. We went through a form, and at the end they took my thumb-print. I hesitated, asked why, but submitted in the end. I was very uncomfortable with it.
In America I would explain exactly where they should stick their own thumbs. But I'm a foreigner. And I have no illusions about what that means. So, I took it like a bitch. I'll have to dash my plans for orchestrating that pyramid scheme, I'm on the Tokyo books nowDiscuss