{"id":3641,"date":"2009-04-09T13:37:05","date_gmt":"2009-04-09T10:37:05","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.daivarepeckaite.com\/?p=3641"},"modified":"2016-11-13T16:47:14","modified_gmt":"2016-11-13T14:47:14","slug":"it-takes-ten-minutes-to-become-a-bar-hostess-in-tokyo","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.daivarepeckaite.com\/en\/2009\/04\/it-takes-ten-minutes-to-become-a-bar-hostess-in-tokyo\/","title":{"rendered":"It takes ten minutes to become a bar hostess in Tokyo"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Yesterday I did a rather exciting journalistic experiment. Without many plans on my mind, I went to Kinshicho, an area known for its bars and clubs with foreign hostesses and a lot of foreigners in general. I visited this area once with B., as recommended by Y.<\/p>\n<p><!--more--><\/p>\n<p>That time we saw some Russian, Romanian and Filipino bars, went into one, but it was probably too early, so no hostesses and no clients were around. Yesterday I decided to revisit Kinshicho.<\/p>\n<p>I was wearing a modest Indian-style dress and a spring coat, no make-up. Yet my (Eastern) European appearance and a look of a child who&#8217;s lost was probably convincing enough. I was approached by four Bangladeshis in different parts of Kinshicho, asking me if I&#8217;m looking for a job. At first, feeling very insecure in general, I kept repeating &#8220;daijoubu&#8221; (&#8220;it&#8217;s OK&#8221;). I was also approached by two Japanese, asking if I&#8217;m looking for something. In the end my journalistic curiosity won over the safety instinct, and I stopped to chat with two Bangladeshi guys. They asked me if I speak Japanese and where I come from. Then they asked again if I&#8217;m looking for a job. I decided to try: &#8220;Well, yeah, I&#8217;m new to Japan, and I&#8217;d like to stay, but&#8230; I really don&#8217;t know&#8230;&#8221; They said that the club &#8220;Silver fox&#8221; recruits hostesses from Lithuania and Russia and &#8220;is always looking for more&#8221;. In addition, they called someone and asked me to come with them. With my heart somewhere in my heels, I followed them to a bar on the 8th floor of one typical building. The Bangladeshis told me to sit down and went to look for Mama-san. Left alone, I could observe the bar. There were four Asian and two Slavic-looking hostesses. The latter were both blond, one was wearing a dress with much of breasts showing. They had two clients, one around 55 and another around 60, and were talking to them in simple Japanese. I could hear that they were explaining that of all alcoholic beverages they liked beer best because it&#8217;s &#8220;nomiyasui&#8221; (easy to drink). Finally the Bangladeshis returned, bringing me a glass of juice (which I of course didn&#8217;t drink). They asked me if I am going to get married in order to get a work permit. I said I don&#8217;t know, I could. &#8220;All women in this bar are married,&#8221; they said. Then they told me to bring a friend who is fluent in Japanese next time. One of the Bangladeshis apparently has a Lithuanian wife, so he tried to call her and have her explain things to me, but she wasn&#8217;t answering.<\/p>\n<p>However, that wasn&#8217;t the end yet. One of the Bangladeshis invited me to come with him again. In the elevator he told me that visa will come later, &#8220;first you need a job&#8221;. He said he called another Mama-san and said that I am from Lithuania, &#8220;young and beautiful&#8221;, and need a job. He took me to another building with a shabby staircase and stinky elevator. Yet a red carped on the 6th floor showed that luxury and enjoyment hides in a very simple shell. It was easy to see that the bar is sort of hiding &#8211; no suprise if they really employ women with tourist visas. The Mama-san looked kind and caring, yet the hostesses, all sitting without clients and all Asian, threw suspicious and unwelcoming looks at me. Mama-san explained me that I should get married and apply for a work permit, yet so far it&#8217;s OK &#8211; I can start working immediately. However, she then asked me if I have &#8220;yofuku&#8221; (jp. for Western clothing). I showed what dress I was wearing, and she frowned. She also checked my shoes and told me to bring high heels next time. Using these remarks as an opportunity to get out of there, I told her that I&#8217;ll call her and next time I&#8217;ll come properly dressed. Smiling, the Mama-san saw me off and said &#8220;spasibo&#8221; (&#8220;thank you&#8221; in Russian) as I went into the elevator. I felt soooo relieved when I got out of the building. Yet as I was waiting at a crossing, another Bangladeshi (I know their nationality because I asked them all) asked if I need a job. A young Japanese standing nearby told him that I am already booked, but there are &#8220;viza no mondai&#8221; (visa problems). The Bangladeshi congratulated me &#8211; &#8220;it&#8217;s a very good club&#8221;, he said.<\/p>\n<p>Believe me, I&#8217;m really, really curious to research this side of Tokyo life. But I know about the involvement of mafia in this business, and it&#8217;s just too scary for me to do it alone.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Yesterday I did a rather exciting journalistic experiment. Without many plans on my mind, I went to Kinshicho, an area known for its bars and clubs with foreign hostesses and a lot of foreigners in general. 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