In Kobe, there’s a little bakery at the entrance to the shotengai at Rokkomichi, across from the grocery store Co-op. There’s a park bench in front of the glass of the bakery storefront. I was sitting out there for about 40 minutes with my two boys, watching some interesting YouTube while we were munching on some bread. My wife was nearby at an appointment. When my wife came out we all walked into co-op to get some groceries. When I got to the register I realized I didn’t have my wallet. But I had paid for the bread at the little bakery with cash out of my wallet. It was gone. Zairyu card, drivers license, credit cards, bank cash card, cash, everything. Lost. It had been over an hour. My heart sunk into my ankles. I ran outside, looking under the bench. Nothing. Total panic moment. It was gone. Just then, one of the girls in the shop ran out, waving at me. She handed me what you see on the picture: my wallet, wrapped in one of their pastry bags, sealed with a bow. Everything was inside. My wife says I’m lucky, and she’s right. This is Japanese culture. There are exceptions, just like there are exceptions in any culture. I’m lucky that the person who found my wallet on the ground was raised in this culture that places such priority and importance on harmony in ones 世間 (seken), ones world. I love this country. #japaneur #japan #日本 #japanese #culture #japaneseculture #正直 #倫理 #ethics #japanesepeople #instajapan #instagood #wonderful #happiness #calm #kobe #神戸 #livinginkobe #honesty (Kobe-shi, Hyogo, Japan) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bncu0afHXwK/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=ckcb5h98jbe1