Japanese Women

Lydia is hungry. She's always wanted to try sashimi, ramen, onigiri with sour plum stuffed inside—the food her Japanese father liked to eat. And then there is bubble tea and the vegetables grown by the other young artists at the London studio space she is secretly squatting in. But Lydia can't eat any of this. The only thing she can digest is blood, and it turns out that sourcing fresh pigs' blood in London—where she is living away from her vampire mother for the first time—is much more difficult than she'd anticipated.

Recién reincorporada a la Brigada tras la cirugía de reasignación de sexo, Sofía Luna se ve obligada a investigar un misterioso caso. ¿Quién es este asesino que escoge a sus víctimas, todas japonesas, en el centro turístico de Madrid? Todo parece apuntar hacia el peculiar mundo de los viajes turísticos organizados y el más peculiar aún de personas asexuales, un grupo que rechaza la hipersexualidad de la vida moderna y tiene como animal favorito la estrella de mar.

The house was built when I was nine years old at the place where our old house was torn down, because it was too old to live in. That old house was built about 100 years ago. My ancestors lived at exactly the same spot generation after generation for over 1000 years since my family used to be a landlord of the area. We are here for around 63 generations.

A long time ago, when Japan had the feudal system, my family was a landlord of the area. It has come to a complete downfall over the years, but my family still clings to its past glory. For them, to succeed the family is critical. I’m firstborn and have no brother which meant that I was a successor and destined to spend the whole life in my hometown. But, music changed everything. To pursue a career in music, my hometown was too rural, and I had to move out. Back then, I was a college student, and moving to a city meant dropping out of school.