Upon first arriving in Japan, all Japanese looked the same to me.
This principle works both ways, as I have been mistaken for various teammates over the years, and also been told that I look like various Western movie stars.
Today I ate lunch at the cafe which is owned and operated by the Christian lady in town. After we exchanged pleasantries and I was seated, she explained to her assistant who I am and that I'm staying at C's house.
"Oh, she's not C?" the assistant (who knows C) asked.
I could only smile.
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