The other day I was taking one of my aimless strolls around Setagaya, a residential area in Tokyo with many green areas. I like to get lost around the alleys of the neighbourhood in which Akira Kurosawa lived, and I always enjoy finding new places in town.
I went into a random coffee shop to rest a bit. Just right after entering, I noticed a Pulp Fiction poster and, not far from it, hidden in some shelves I found one of my books just behind a Gremlin.
“Why do you have this book here?” – I asked the waiter.
“Lately there are many foreigners around here” – he answered.
