back door/ Shibuya
Aug 24, 2026 · 22 min · 7 segments
Shibuya.... back door stories
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Aug 24, 2026 · 22 min · 7 segments
Shibuya.... back door stories
Shibuya the subway had been stopped in the middle of the tunnel for quite some time.
The only other passenger in the car it was almost empty at that hour side resignably.
She was engrossed in her mobile phone screen, oblivious to my presence.
I guess she was around my age between 25 and 30 and assumed she was either coming from or going to the gym as she was wearing a very loose sweatshirt, tight leggings and well-worn sneakers.
She also had a gym bag on the seat next to her.
Her sporty appearance contrasted sharply with the typical office suit I was wearing.
My trousers, shirt, blazer, and tie were almost identical to those worn by the thousands of workers who took the subway every day to their jobs in the skyscrapers of the Japanese capital.
It looks like they're going to keep us here all night, I said in English, calling their attention, bored of checking the same messages for the umpteenth time on my phone.
Someone must have jumped onto the tracks, she replied, also in English with a strong Spanish accent, without looking up.
Maybe so.
It seems to happen often in this country.
I reflected.
Sure, these people spend all day working while suppressing their emotions.
It's no wonder they have such a high suicide rate.
I nodded.
The character and behavior of members of Japanese society often drove them to such extremes.
From a European's perspective like mine, it was difficult to understand how someone could reach such a state of stress as to want to end their life by throwing themselves onto the subway tracks.
We'll be here for a while as we wait for them to remove the body, he concluded, putting his mobile phone in his backpack and getting up from a seat to sit in another one right in front of me, both of us with our backs to the completely black windows.
The sway of her long legs as she walked swayed her narrow waist.
Although I mentally estimated that she must be a little taller than me, she gave the impression of being much taller thanks to them and her slender figure.
Suddenly, it was very hot in the subway car so I took off my suit jacket and loosened my tie.
Although it was snowing outside and the heating was running constantly, I knew that the intense attention she was giving me at that moment was the reason for my sudden feeling of being hot.
She was a very pretty girl actually.
Her blonde hair and blue eyes, along with her slender figure and height, made me suspect she was of Scandinavian origin.
Shibuya the subway had been stopped in the middle of the tunnel for quite some time.
The only other passenger in the car it was almost empty at that hour side resignably.
She was engrossed in her mobile phone screen, oblivious to my presence.
I guess she was around my age between 25 and 30 and assumed she was either coming from or going to the gym as she was wearing a very loose sweatshirt, tight leggings and well-worn sneakers.
She also had a gym bag on the seat next to her.
Her sporty appearance contrasted sharply with the typical office suit I was wearing.
My trousers, shirt, blazer, and tie were almost identical to those worn by the thousands of workers who took the subway every day to their jobs in the skyscrapers of the Japanese capital.
It looks like they're going to keep us here all night, I said in English, calling their attention, bored of checking the same messages for the umpteenth time on my phone.
Someone must have jumped onto the tracks, she replied, also in English with a strong Spanish accent, without looking up.
Maybe so.
It seems to happen often in this country.
I reflected.
Sure, these people spend all day working while suppressing their emotions.
It's no wonder they have such a high suicide rate.
I nodded.
The character and behavior of members of Japanese society often drove them to such extremes.
From a European's perspective like mine, it was difficult to understand how someone could reach such a state of stress as to want to end their life by throwing themselves onto the subway tracks.
We'll be here for a while as we wait for them to remove the body, he concluded, putting his mobile phone in his backpack and getting up from a seat to sit in another one right in front of me, both of us with our backs to the completely black windows.
The sway of her long legs as she walked swayed her narrow waist.
Although I mentally estimated that she must be a little taller than me, she gave the impression of being much taller thanks to them and her slender figure.
Suddenly, it was very hot in the subway car so I took off my suit jacket and loosened my tie.
Although it was snowing outside and the heating was running constantly, I knew that the intense attention she was giving me at that moment was the reason for my sudden feeling of being hot.
She was a very pretty girl actually.
Her blonde hair and blue eyes, along with her slender figure and height, made me suspect she was of Scandinavian origin.
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