My first professional interview ever happened in a Japanese company. I was just about to graduate, they hired me and I entered the world of Arigatou gozaimasu. I learnt about Japanese habits (deep bows, beautiful hot springs, endless sucking up while eating hot soups). I spent hours miming with my Japanese colleagues since they spoke little English. I had dinner at 6:30 p.m. (as the saying goes: when in Rome, do as Romans do) and made sure there was no hole in my socks so that I could safely take off my shoes as they do. I loved omiyage, their gift-giving custom as they always have a gift for you when visiting. I longed for a slice of Castella cake, I went mad each time my questions remained unanswered, maybe because they were not contemplated in my interviewees’ mental schemes.