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To meet me. In just about every neighborhood here in Japan there is a "Police Box", kind of a mini police station. Every now and then they make the rounds in the neighborhood to get to know the residents. They know my job, my car, my scooter, my bicycle, my cats. They know I have all my documents in order, I pay my taxes, and I have a proper Japanese driver's license and insurance. They know if I do something "wrong" it's probably because I don't know the "Japanese way", as I make every effort to be legitimate I get the benefit of the doubt. I don't feel that it's intrusive, because they have this info about everyone here. They know your general schedule as in when you're usually around and when you're not. When "strangers" come to my neighborhood, the police know they don't belong, and keep an eye on them. Being the only blond-haired, blue-eyed person in my neighborhood, they usually wave and say something in English.
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