Every Day I Make New Friends in Mexico

He asked a waitress to order food and drinks. And said, “Shogo, you should’ve called me before because everyone wants to see you again, but you no longer have time anymore. You said you’re going to Mexico in three days. You enjoy your life as always, and you always do whatever your fancies dictate. No Japanese can do that. I think only you, Shogo, enjoy life all the time and live freely. It’s a kind of gift, I suppose. Everyone has to work, and most people have their own family to support. You are single, that makes you feel free to travel around the world. You have no responsibilities, but only yourself. To tell the truth, I envy your life, Shogo. I love your style, but I can’t do that, you know. Anyway, what are you going to do in Mexico?”

“I’m going to look for a job there. And you know, I have Mexican friends who are my best friends. Life is funny because my all best friends are Mexicans. Anyway, I’ve known them for nine years, and we’ve had an incredible friendship through those years. The long story short, they offered for me to stay at their house for a while, so that I can start writing my book. I think I’ve already told you that I want to be a writer?”

He ordered another beer and said, “You are lucky, Shogo, having such good friends. I think Mexicans are very friendly and generous people because no Japanese would possibly offer something like that. Japanese are too polite and have small hearts. You know, I’ve never been abroad, but I heard foreigners are friendlier than Japanese. I can’t talk to a stranger in public place in Japan. I can’t even ask a direction when I am lost. Japanese are lifeless and cold people. I sometimes feel they are inhuman. Maybe, it’s our culture, but I don’t understand why they behave coldly and unfriendly toward their own fellow countrymen. Tell me, Shogo, how about Mexico?”

I lit a cigarette. “I didn’t know you were feeling this way, Hiro,” I replied amiably, “it is good for you to feel this way. Yes, Japanese are very cold and inhuman compared with Mexicans who are symbol of friendliness and hospitality. I always talk to strangers in Mexico, and every stranger talks friendly to me wherever I go. It is a nice feeling to talk to people so unrestrictedly. Every day I make new friends there. I guess they are saturated with friendliness and hospitality due to their cultures. Whenever I meet men, I shake hands and hug them; whenever I meet women, I kiss their cheeks and hug them. It’s quite a nice human gesture, and I feel warm and alive. But Japanese bastards never show me any kindly gestures. No handshake, no hug, no kiss, but only a cold greeting. I don’t need dry farts, you know. Even me, Hiro, I never dare to talk to a stranger in Japan because I don’t want to be humiliated by their cold glances.”

“Shogo, you have a great deal of wonderful experiences,” he exclaimed. “I’m enjoying talking to you because no Japanese can talk as enthusiastically as you do. I can’t speak English, I’ve talked with only Japanese people in all my life, but when I see movies or foreign TV shows, I can feel something different from Japan. Also, I can feel friendliness; they seem happier than Japanese, and they look more human than Japanese.”

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