Tokyo, we enter one of the big department stores in Ginza at opening time in the morning. We are the very first customers. At the end of every counter a welldressed seller in service stands in strict attention welcoming us with eye contact, a pleasant smile and a gentle bow. Good morning Mr President, my imagination sings, and I gently smile back.Underground they sell luxury chocolates and prepare for lunch. The face mask and green light announce about surgery. Here the cooks don't lick their fingers like at home. In Tokyo precision and disinfection is the mother of good and healthy food.
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