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My coworker Matsuo is on assignment in Salt Lake City, Utah. Week 1, LINE: "I was invited to play pickleball. I asked what it is. Nobody could explain. They said, 'Just bring water.'" Week 2: "Lost 11 to 0. To a 79-year-old woman named Nadine. She did not apologize once." Week 4: "Nadine added me to the group. 46 people. Ages 23 to 84. A dentist, a roofer, two nurses, and a man who only ever says 'Kitchen!' Every morning at 7." In Japan, to join something like this, you need a club, a fee, a matching uniform and an introduction from a senior member. In Utah, you need a paddle and to be standing near the court. Week 7, last night: "Beat Nadine. 11 to 9. She hugged me. Then she said, 'Rematch Thursday.'" "No Thursday has ever frightened me like this one."

My coworker Nonaka has had a video call with our team in Seattle every weekday for six years. 7 a.m. in Tokyo. The afternoon before, in Seattle. Japanese online meetings have rules. Cameras off. Nobody speaks before the most senior person. And when it ends, you wait for the boss to leave first, so you don't hang up on him. Some people bow to the screen. Seattle has never heard of these rules. Cameras on. Always. In six years, Nonaka has seen eleven Seattle kitchens, a lot of Seattle rain and the ceiling of a man named Tobias, whose laptop has never once been pointed at his face. When someone talks on mute, nobody gets annoyed. Eight people just point at their own mouths all at once, like a very confused choir. They type "congrats!!!" for anything. A promotion. A new house. Nonaka once mentioned he had fixed his bicycle. Nine congrats and a GIF of fireworks. A kid once wandered into the background and asked who the Japanese man was. The whole meeting stopped so Nonaka could wave. Last April, his daughter was born at 4 a.m. Tokyo time. Noon in Seattle. He posted one photo in the team channel and went back to his wife. An hour later, his phone buzzed. A meeting invite. Fourteen people. The title was just: "MANDATORY." He thought something had broken. He joined from the hospital hallway in his slippers. Fourteen cameras. All on. Fourteen paper party hats. Tobias had finally found his face. One woman had put a party hat on her dog. Nobody said anything at first. They just waved. At 5 a.m., in a hospital hallway in Tokyo, my coworker cried on mute. Then his boss in Seattle said, "Okay, everybody. Nobody hangs up. Nonaka leaves first." He couldn't. For almost three minutes, fourteen Americans sat there waving, waiting for him to go hold his kid. Seattle, you're on mute. We can still hear you.

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My gym in Tokyo has a suggestion box by the front desk. For eleven years, it got about one slip a month. Usually "The shower is cold." In 2024, an American named Mason joined. He's 33, from Tucson, Arizona. He works in software, and he says good morning to every person in the building like he's hosting a morning show. Now the box gets about thirty slips a month. The manager let me read some. "Please make a rule about grunting. I am not against it. I just want to know if I am allowed." "The American put my weights back. I did not ask him. Is this a service? Do I pay?" "On my last rep he said 'You got this.' I did have it. How did he know?" "What is Leg Day? Everyone is saying Leg Day. Please put it on the calendar." (It's on the calendar now. Wednesdays.) "He fist-bumped the cleaning lady. Now she fist-bumps me. Something has changed in this building." "Please play music with more feelings." "Who is Mason? I only come on Sundays and everybody is talking about him." Last month, the manager found one slip folded very small, in a high school student's handwriting. "I'm 16. Kids at school call me weak. My mother signed me up here so I would stop crying in my room. On my first day, I could bench press 20 kilos. That's the bar with nothing on it. Mason was on the next bench. He looked over and said, 'Strong.' It was not strong. He said it anyway. Every Tuesday and Friday, for a year. Now it's 60 kilos. Kids at school still say things. I don't believe them anymore. Not because I'm strong. Because every week somebody said I was, until I believed him instead of them. Request: please don't let him go back to Arizona." Mason's company is moving him back to Tucson in April. The manager answered on the board by the front desk, the way he answers every suggestion: "We are unable to approve this request. We tried." Arizona, you're getting him back in the spring. Tell him he's got this.