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At one point, one of the last sentences of the song appeared, and I believe this was something in the vein of 'we are Japanese people'. Maybe it was 'we love Japanese people', but this is inconsequential. The point is that when these words appeared, the crowd of twenty roared so heavily and sang this line with such zealous intensity and fervour, that it scared the bejesus out of me. Here was a group of caucasian, Netherlandic folk, Dutcher than Dutch, proudly exclaiming something that could be perceived as the superiority of the Japanese race.

I made my way out of the karaoke-hall as fast as I could (without seeming conspicuous), all the while chanting 'mortally-afraid-mortally-afraid-mortally-afraid' until I breathed fresh air again. I felt like I had just escaped a terrible fate. A lynching of all who did not share their views. I was pouring sweat. And where did all these bats come from?

On the last day I indulged in origami. In the daily Abunai newspaper was a touching story about a young Japanese girl that fell ill after having been exposed to the terrible nuclear bombing in Hiroshima in the second world-war. The plan was to let visitors of Abunai fold in total one thousand paper cranes (a stork-like bird, for those in confusion) which consequently would be sent to a Hiroshima memorial museum in Japan. Awesome idea, so I went to the spot and began folding. However, not long after I sat down, a late-teenage girl came around, apparantly also wanting to fold cranes. She then proceeded to ask one of the staff binäre optionen besteuerung what had happened at Hiroshima. ,,Well...' the reply came hesitantly. ,,Nothing here recently...'. To which the girl mumbled in confusion. I don't think she folded any cranes that day.

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