About 500m to the direction straight from the Gate, signs at stores in familiar letters like Japanese or Chinese that may be uncomfortable for Germans to read, came into my eyes with those black-haired, Asian-looking people everywhere on the streets very directly first of all, seeming like very welcoming particularly us Asian to feel relief just as being home. There were no doubts with that anymore, why this quite-unknown-to-the-world city’s passed for ‘die kleine Tokio(the small Tokyo, in English)’ in all parts of Germany. With all these Asian markets, boutiques, bars, restaurants etc.. everyone would’ve believed it if this was an area of Tokyo. Not only for the fact that there are commonly lots of Asians communicating their own languages everywhere, but it somehow seemed like that Germans were taking this area seriously as a place of learning about exoticism like by having their own quiet celebrations, sitting in a Sushi-bar among Japanese speaking people, employing only chopsticks to eat foods or seeking advices very politely and respectfully with some Japanese or Korean words like ‘Sumimaseng’ or ‘Annyounghaseyo’, how to handle with the photo sticker machine for examples. Unlike other places, at least in this area, it seemed like Asians were holding priority not from appearances like skin color or nationality but from their valuable culture.