A blow-by-blow of the true story of a foreigner's interesting & surprisingly fun experience of being arrested in Japan.
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Sitting in the back of a cop car was NOT how I intended to close this trip. Fucking hassle, man. Okay, kinda cool, but a fucking hassle.
I’m wondering why it takes 4 police officers to escort me into the station, w/ 4 more waiting for me to arrive. Who am I, Hannibal Lecter?
Then he says, "It can't be helped. We have to arrest you." ...Wait, what???
They handed me over to a female guard, who spoke rather sweetly, like a big sister. "Okay, come this way!"
We finally reached my cell, cell #13. Just as I was getting nervous, two women inside noticed they were getting a new cellmate and stood up.
The two women raised their arms enthusiastically. "YOUKOSO!!!" ("Welcome!")
Finally, breakfast! I'm starving. And I'm older and wiser now. I know to smother every bland thing with sauce.
Egg shaped into a flower and dyed pink. How "Ladies' Prison" can you get? And a meatball on some few useless strands of pasta, and pickles.
The guard is calling for me. My lawyer is here again.
I entered the visiting room and said good morning to my lawyer. I noticed he didn't bring an interpreter this time.
He was able to get in touch with my aunt and my mom. He says my mom's really worried, as if I should feel bad for telling her I was in jail.
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