Everyone has their own tale of the East, and this one is about my Japan. In simple language about the mysterious... A year in Japan. Without tea ceremonies, without samurai, without admiration for the “great miracle”, or almost without all of this... This is a story about how she whispers in the morning wind, how she lights up with the first rays of the sun, how cyclamens bloom, how she hurries in the morning in millions to offices, how mechanically she dances in nightclubs, how deeply she is convinced of her arrogant exclusivity and how every year she attracts hundreds of thousands of foreigners who flock like moths to the red circle of her flag and then fly away. I was one of them.