The moment they closed the gates of Sensoji I squeezed myself into it with a tall guy, wearing white sneakers and working clothes. His whole appearance somehow reminded me of Bruce Lee. He prayed and went outside, where I asked him about his handsome clothes. In the beginning of the conversation he wanted me to believe that he is a buddhist monk, but it came out quickly – after he showed me his Sakura-tattoo – that he was a Yakuza (Japanese mafia) going out for drinks after visiting the temple.
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Traveling of a Banana“The leaves of the banana tree are large enough to cover a harp. When they are wind-broken, they remind me of the injured tail of a phoenix, and when they are torn, they remind me of a green fan ripped by the wind. ..
Leaf... The tree does bear flowers, but unlike other flowers, these have nothing gay about them. The big trunk of the tree is untouched by the axe, for it is utterly useless as building wood.
I love the tree, however, for its very uselessness …
I sit underneath it and enjoy the wind and rain that blow against it.”