I meet the mayor of the town in his office. We are served tea with a
cube of ice. I forget the speech in Japanese and instead I just bow, accept his
card, remember the etiquette workshop, how to hold it, how to place it on the
table. I say it is great meeting him. He tells me his son lives in New York
City and that many Japanese went to DR during WWII. I find him a very nice man.
Perhaps if we spoke the same language we would be friends.
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