The country that uniquely has odorless supermarkets.

(with the help of a Japanese copier's hand)
In 1950s, Mr. Oda, a young Japanese author, was astonished at being in odorless American supermarkets. Perhaps because of wrapping of every raw food.
Then, Japan was still one stinking nude-fish-and-pickles bazar country.
Nonsmell and stinking, allegedly, corresponds to that American Superman and Japanese Ultramans eachly. Superman just putting on a scarf and Ultramans all putting on complete coveralls. Superman and Untouchables. Do you remember those TV programs, nay, the names of the programs?
Mr. Carter, allegedly, said " oh! I have now noticed that the old American swooning-ladies are nowadays never seen. Perhaps since Mr. Regan acted a real Superman who moved the earth by his Space Strategy, performing the Archimedes' big talk."
Whence the stink has come? Not from villages, but from one reporter's lying. At bottom, one or two Americans once dropped into just quagmire, like sticking in the Vietnam War. Not into any vessel, I assure.

It is an American diplomat's ghost not any Japanese cause who walked saying "I want to meet the Emperor of Japan." In Southeast Asia there is a grave site of the Second World War named "Taimen Railway." Taimen means meeting. Whereto is the Thai-Myanmar Emperor due? Oh! To the American diplomat, to no where else. At last, we have been gotten understanding in whole.
The Emperor actually met Mr. Regan two dozen of years ago. The subject 'taimen' was, then, finished for ever.