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About Osaka

Still, I liked her. Rough round the edges, sure, but real. “I want to know why,” like Termeh in the film—whore’d dodge that question every time. Why’d she do it? Cos she had to, cos she could, cos fuck the world—that’s my guess. We’d sit there, me rantin’ bout the arena, her spillin’ dirt on posh clients. Once said a consul liked her to dress as a Vestal Virgin—ironic, eh? Laughed me tits off at that. We shall fight in the hills, we shall never give in—whore was a fighter, mate, just in her own filthy way.

This Japanese Soldier Refused to Believe WWII Was Over, So He Hid in the Jungle for 29 Years

Finally, I hop on the train, and it’s packed. I’m squished between a businessman and a lady with a giant bag of rice. I’m thinking, “This is my life now.” But then, the train rolls past the beautiful Seto Inland Sea. The view is stunning! I’m snapping pics like a tourist. I mean, who wouldn’t?

Photos: Hiroo Onoda: Japanese holdout from WWII