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Kyoto, former capital of the Japanese Empire

If you have never tried sushi before, it’s going to be hard to believe. Raw fish. Gross. Even disgusting. And you are right. It is not easy to feel attracted to it. But you have to try it. The first day you taste it, you are not going to like it, but you are going to feel something special. It is something that, although you’re not going to be able to tell what it is, it will make you want to try it again. Then, it will be too late to go back because, without noticing, your addiction to sushi will have started. In a few weeks, or even days, you will go back to a Japanese restaurant. You may think that it is by chance or fate, a business dinner or some friends that you haven’t seen in a long time, but it will be really the sign that you are falling for it.

And you still don’t like it, but like spicy food, in a way difficult to understand, you will keep eating it once, and again, until one day, with no warning, all its pleasure will explode in your mouth. When that happens, you will look up surprised and you will see that people at your table are feeling the same thing. You will recognize the feeling in their faces, in the way they eat it slowly to make the moment the sushi gets to its climax last. Different flavors and textures combined with such harmony that when they invade your palate, they consolidate multiplying its power and making each moment better than the last one.

Surprised at what you have just felt, you will look at your plate again because you won’t be able to believe that those little rice grains with raw fish made you feel such a pleasure. Very slowly, you will grab the next piece of sushi with your chopsticks, dip it in the soy sauce, softly so that it doesn’t awake that madness of sensations that seems to be inside of you, and bring it close to your mouth. With your eyes half-open, you will get ready to bite it, expecting to feel that frenzy again. You forgot, however, that all that happened at the end, because, at the beginning, more than a bite, it felt like a kiss. Soft, seductive, with the cold but not freezing texture of the fish, delicate and pleasant, like a full lip. It will take you some time to appreciate its flavour because you will be lurking around waiting for the right moment for it to go from least to most. It will be a gradual increase, more and more. And even more. And more each time. Just like the first time. A continuous wave of pleasure that, although it started very shy, it doesn’t stop growing until it conquers every corner of your mouth. It is a feminine gastronomic orgasm that will leave you stunned for a minute until you react wondering what the hell happened. And then you will see that the chopsticks are part of your hands, as if they were your own claws. Claws that, unable to do anything to stop it, will be flying over the remaining sushi on the table to jump on it and make you feel the sin in your mouth again. This way once and again until you are so ecstatic that you concede to the evidence: you hopelessly adore sushi.