In the hopelessly overcrowded subway, it feels like rush hour after work in Tokyo. From the cold platform, people are streaming in, close to each other, clinging to all sorts of impossible grips, eagerly awaiting their evening at home. I am touching people, whether I like it or not. And I get touched. From all sides. All around me are men in suits, typical for this banking city. I wear
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