The other one is the people I called butterfly shops.
They were at the place where we were staying in Bali. I don't surf. I always felt like I was happy and drunk. We were eating together, and when butterflies were flying, he said, "Oh, 5,000 yen is flying." What? When I asked, he said casually, "That butterfly costs 5,000 yen in Japan," and he was eating again. If you go to Borneo, 1 butterfly, 20,000 or 30,000. Because at that time. I didn't know there was a business like this.
What I'm doing is to catch butterflies, put them in triangular paper with naphthalene so that they don't spoil, and when they accumulate, they take them back to Japan and sell them.
Do you know the butterfly called Morpho? A butterfly that glows in a beautiful blue in Brazil. I heard that doctors buy such things at a high price. The area around Bali is like a butterfly paradise, so they were aiming for it.
But what you're saying is dangerous! There are three or four friends, and the main one is two people.
"I'm going to go for a moment" from Bali, it was at that time. I go to a place like an uncivilized island, take insect nets, paraffin triangle paper, and naphthalene, and teach the local people how to preserve the butterflies they caught. If you catch it to a certain extent, let me know by letter, and leave a set of nets or something.
In the past, it was mailed. I'll stay at the post office in Bali until I get some letters. I've been there for months, and when I get a letter, and it accumulates to a certain extent, I say, "Oh, I got a letter, so I'll go." On that amazing island.
They were the first people I met because they were just when I went to Bali. That's ridiculous. I think I'm in my late 20s or 30s. Sato-kun asked me to do business together, so I got a job making clothes in Bali from Mr. Gen of Hollywood Lunch Market.
But at that time, I've never had such a fever because of an endemic disease called Kuta Fever, which was popular in Bali at that time. When I was very hot and hee-hee, one of the people in the butterfly shop whispered in my ear.
"It's okay, Mr. Yokoyama. I fell ill in the jungle village on an island that doesn't have an Indonesian name in search of butterflies. Compared to that, it's okay because there's a hospital here.
But in the end, it didn't heal for about 3 days, so it was really bad. In time, he will call something like a cursed (serious) master. It's not funny. It's true... Spread out the banana leaves and the stems cut into rings and wrap them around your stomach. That's it. The extent that such a thing is effective has long passed. I couldn't help it, so I ended up going to the hospital in Kuta and injecting my butt, and my fever went down the next day.
But to be honest, I was saved by the words that person said. There are amazing people in the world.
One time, I was wondering what kind of guy was coming because he said, "A junior is here," but it was next to the same cottage. When we were all making a lot of noise, a very serious-looking guy suddenly came to me and said, "Can you listen to me?" If I say that,
"That senior, I didn't know at all that he was like this right now, but it's blasphemy to make a living by selling butterflies! I was disappointed. That person has his own name in the new butterfly species. That's why I was surprised and said, "Eh~~." But it's a cool way of life," he said. If it were normal, I would have become like a scholar, and if it were in Japan, I would have been told that I would be a teacher somehow. Those people have nothing to do with it. Everyone has been flying like butterflies since noon. Those people are not surfing. I don't even do the word for surfing at all.
But that's also life, the best!
<Looking back on that time>
I don't even remember the names of the butterfly shops, let alone their faces.
When I searched the Internet out of curiosity, I found this article from National Geographic.
"Indonesia's butterfly hunter and Mr. Nishiyama"
https://natgeo.nikkeibp.co.jp/atcl/news/18/072600330/
