As a journalist, I talked with a large number of different strange people. There were Germans running from the sex form, and choplyacters who want to break the ridge of capitalism with their thefts, and men who consider women “unworthy” creatures. But with them I kept at a distance and always observed professional boundaries. And then I met an equally complex character - but he was not the hero of my future article.

Murayama Kaita. Self -portrait Murayama Kaita (1896–1919) managed to become famous as an artist, as a poet, and as a writer for his short life. He shared the fate of Isikawa Tokuboku, Kunikida Doppo, Masaoka Siki and other geniuses of Japanese modern, who had died prematurely from the consumption of consumption in those years.