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Not many people know about this, but I am Japanese. I wear sunglasses so people won't notice, and tell them my name is 'William'. I grow a beard so that I look more European. I was born and raised in Japan and moved to Greenland when I was fourteen. I've lived here for eight years. At one point I lived in Korea as well. Only for a short time, just before moving to Greenland. Let me tell you something I remember about my mother. Sometimes she would put a small cloth over the clock in our car. We would drive to Shinjuku. It takes about an hour to drive from Shinjuku back to my house, north of Bunkyo-Ku. Not because it was really teribly far, but because of traffic and other little factors. Anyway, it took an hour by car, but my Mom would put that little piece of cloth over the clock. It would feel like an hour had passed but when we got to Shinjuku she would removed the cloth and it had only been fifteen minutes. We moved from Japan because of the assualts. We weren't assaulted. I'm sure you've heard of him, though. The man that would sneak into people's houses and tie them down. He would tie you down and then he would pop your eardrums with a long and thin metal needle, then leave you there to be found. Nobody died. But we left anyway. Mom was always looking for an excuse to leave Japan. We moved to Korea, and we soon moved out of Korea. South Korea, to be specific. Outside of Seoul. My mother never got used to the fact that they ate dog. She had sworn off dog when she was a child. I like dog meat, though, so I miss it here in Greenland. It's also interesting to know that the Vietnamese eat the Koreans. My mother and I were walking down the streets and some Vietnamese people attacked us, but when my mother called my name, "Rokusaburo!" she called out, the Vietnamese guys stopped and apologized. They didn't prefer to eat the Japanese. They were out for Korean meat. Later, my friend Li, who is Chinese, told me that in China they are not so picky like the Vietnamese are. The Chinese will eat any meat, but based on how he spoke of it, I think he preffered Korean meat as well. My mother would always tell me: "Rokusaburo, always feed a barn cat when you see one. Once you pair off with a barn cat, that's another barn cat that's on your side."

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