When it comes to solving problems, there are two kinds of people. The first loves the simplicity of one perfect tool — the one hammer that fits every nail. The second, like me, believes
On March 12, 2014, in Tokyo, Japan, I was abducted, kidnapped, and interrogated under conditions so oppressive they felt worse than murder itself. My rights were denied, mocked, and trampled. A translator was brought in, but when I tried to
By the time I finally stood up, the sun had dipped lower, painting the bridge in soft gold and shadow. The air felt heavier, like the world itself was tired. I could still see the faint mark where she had