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People often ask me why I live in Japan. A part: is that it is a place where I could take my daughter to lost-and-found to ask about an acorn, knowing that someone would return an acorn, knowing that someone would clearly expect a lost acorn to be returned and therefore ask. https://t.co/SeWRUI527P
This observation is not about acorns or lost-and-founds, and I suffer from an inability to put into words what it *is* about, and I suspect that if I had words they would be viewed with extreme displeasure by people who didn’t have their acorns returned when they were kids.
An anecdote for you: My last encounter with police in Japan was walking approximately a mile to the station to drop off a Swiss Army knife abandoned in a park where children play. I was advised to call them next time so that they could come pick it up.
I have also been involved with approximately ten non-custodial interrogations with various police departments for e.g. looking suspiciously non-Japanese when riding a bicycle of unknown provenance, but even given that, had a sufficient model of cops as functioning to involve them