Being a newlywed into the 1980s, a Japanese fighting styles master called Ichiro expected just things that are good. He and their spouse, Tomoko, lived one of the cherry blossoms in Saitama, a successful town just outside of Tokyo. The few had their very first kid, a child called Tim. They owned their property, and took down a loan to start a dumpling restaurant.
Then your market crashed. Abruptly, Ichiro and Tomoko had been profoundly with debt. They sold their house, packed up their family, and disappeared so they did what hundreds of thousands of Japanese have done in similar circumstances. Once and for all.
TodayвЂњPeople are cowards,вЂќ Ichiro says. […]