Earlier this morning in Shinjuku, I had a weird encounter. I had just walked out of a 7-11 when a Middle East man, who looked like a tourist based on his outfit, approached me. He spoke to me in self made Katakana words which I couldn’t understand, but I kinda get it after a bit. He said he needed help because he was running low on cash and needed money for a hotel. I felt inclined to help (Malaysian blood runs in my veins), but as a student, I couldn’t lend him much money either. In the end, he asked if I could buy him some food from 7-11, which I agreed to. It cost about 830円. After arriving at school, I felt that it was strange for someone to travel without having enough money. Now, I’m left pondering about it.
by boey727