|Some nuts left by the people who had visited the room my Swedish colleague was hospitalized in (when he was hospitalized).|
The last group was a group of 6, celebrating the birthday of one of them. They specifically asked for me (the foreigner) to come and show them something, and then they asked me where I was from.
I said: "I am from Sweden", and they said: "Ah, Sweden. Like Mikael-san. Though only the two of us understand who that is."
I said that I actually know a guy from Sweden here in Sapporo who is called Mikael, but they said they had met him in such circumstances that they thought it was not anyone I would know. I said: "Big guy. 194 cm tall, and [by Japanese standards] big stomach too?"
They said: "Yes?! Did your Mikael recently stay in a hospital?"
I said: "Yeah, he broke his leg, in this part [pointing to right below the hip]."
They said: "That's probably him!!" "Japanese wife? Young daughter?" "Hospital [name of hospital]?"
So it was indeed the Mikael I know. Small world.
They (two of them) had visited someone they knew who shared the same hospital room as my Swedish colleague. I said I had also visited that room. We were there a week or so after my colleague had his surgery, but these people seemed to have met him right after his surgery, when he was in a lot of pain.
We talked about other things too for awhile. They were pretty funny.