I was going to Japan with high expectations, topped up with a sort of blend between samurai and hi-tech clichés. Unprepared for the travel, which was unquestionably too short anyway. The Hasselblad in my backpack was the only sure thing. First couple of days there, I was agitated then I let go. I came back with mixed feelings as to what exactly my impressions where. To my relief the real Japan unveiled before me in the darkroom. When I was pulling out the prints from the trays I finally processed what I experienced there.
Japan is beautiful in its everydayness, in its neatness, tradition, rules and soft mannered people.