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(COMEDY GOLD) Where's Japan's Prime Minister - Sanae Takahashi? TAKAICHI?

Michael Machida Career Search Consultant Tokyo, Japan

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Okay, so picture this: I’m in Japan, right? Land of vending machines, impeccable manners, and toilets that do more than my smart fridge.

And I’m on a mission. A ridiculous, self-imposed, slightly deranged mission to find Sanae Takaichi.

You know, the one who could be the next Prime Minister?

Yeah, her. I’m not entirely sure why I latched onto this idea, beyond a vague desire to be ‘on the pulse’ and maybe get a cool selfie for my Instagram, but here we are. And let me tell you, I am lost. Hilariously, utterly, unequivocally lost. It all started innocently enough.

I’d seen a news report, read a few articles, and thought, "Hey, Japan's potentially getting its first female PM. That's a big deal! I should, you know, find her."

My friend, bless her cynical heart, just raised an eyebrow and said, "You think you're just going to bump into the future leader of a G7 nation, wandering the streets of Tokyo with a 'Will work for ramen' sign?

"To which I confidently replied, " You underestimate my ability to stumble into historically significant situations!" Spoiler alert:

My ability to stumble into historically significant situations is precisely zero when I'm actively trying. My first port of call was, naturally, the Diet building.

Because where else would a Prime Minister-in-waiting hang out? I envisioned myself, suave and sophisticated, perhaps catching her as she exited a limousine, offering a perfectly translated, witty remark about policy, and then, boom, instant friendship. Instead, I spent an hour trying to figure out which entrance was for actual humans and not, like, delivery trucks.

I got waved away by a very polite but firm security guard who looked at my "Where is Takaichi-san?" sign (yes, I made a sign, don't judge) with the same expression you'd give a confused squirrel trying to pay for groceries with acorns. "Takaichi-san?" he asked, his voice calm, but his eyes clearly saying, "Are you serious right now?" "Hai!" I chirped, feeling incredibly optimistic. "Prime Minister Takaichi!" He just pointed vaguely in the direction of… well, everywhere and nowhere.

My Japanese is, shall we say, "enthusiastic beginner," so I probably conveyed the nuance of a toddler demanding candy. Undeterred, I decided a change of strategy was needed.

If she wasn't at the official HQ, she must be, like, everywhere else.

I consulted Google Maps, typed in "Sanae Takaichi," and got… a lot of news articles and no handy little red pin saying "Future PM Here! Grab a Coffee!" My next brilliant idea was to stake out her known political base in Nara. "Aha!" I thought, "She'll be interacting with the common folk!

Campaigning! Kissing babies! I'll just blend in!" Getting to Nara was an adventure in itself. I somehow ended up on a train going the wrong way for about an hour, which gave me ample time to contemplate the existential dread of modern travel and whether Japanese train announcements were actually coded messages from a secret society of lost gaijin.

When I finally made it, Nara was, predictably, full of deer. Not political figures. Just incredibly polite, food-obsessed deer who tried to eat my map. One even tried to nibble my "Where is Takaichi-san?" sign. I swear, even the deer knew I was an idiot.

I wandered the streets of Nara, occasionally poking my head into what looked like local government buildings, only to be met with blank stares or, worse, very concerned smiles. I tried asking shopkeepers, "Takaichi-san wa doko desu ka?" (Where is Ms. Takaichi?), which usually resulted in them pointing to a tourist brochure or offering me another matcha Kit Kat.

Delicious, but not helpful for my PM quest.

The comedy of errors continued. I decided maybe she's a morning person, hitting up local markets for fresh produce, planning her premiership over a cup of sencha. So, at 5 AM, I was at Tsukiji Outer Market, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, ready to spot her haggling over tuna. Instead, I just got yelled at (politely, of course) for standing in the way of a forklift.

I bought some incredibly fresh uni, which I ate for breakfast, contemplating my life choices. No Takaichi. Just a very intense fishmonger who looked like he could single-handedly run a small country.

My friends back home started getting worried texts. "Still no Takaichi. I think I just ordered pickled plums instead of a train ticket." "I just asked a life-sized anime cutout if it knew where the next PM was. It did not respond."

haven't found her. To be honest, I'm now fairly certain she’s either a mythical creature, or she's exceptionally good at avoiding lost tourists with signs.

Maybe she's reading this right now, chuckling into her tea.

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