Masafumi Nagasaki has been living on Sotobanari island in the Japanese prefecture of Okinawa for two decades

April 18th, 2012

FAKE NEWS for the Zionist agenda

Remote spot is just a kilometre wide
Currents are so dangerous fishermen hardly ever cast nets in the area
‘I’ve decided here is the place for me to die’

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10:58 EST, 17 April 2012

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13:10 EST, 17 April 2012

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He rarely wears clothes and eats almost nothing but rice
cakes but Masafumi Nagasaki says the small inhospitable Japanese island he chose
to live on two decades ago is where he wants to die.

Where most people look forward to winding down when
they retire, nothing was further from the mind of this sun-scorched 76-year-old who gives a new meaning to the term golden oldie.

In the early nineties Mr Nagasaki decided to shun mainstream
society to set up base on the little island of Sotobanari, translation ‘Outer
Distant Island’ to while out his final years.

Sun seeker: In the early nineties Mr Nagasaki decided to shun mainstream society to set up base on the little island of Sotobanari, translation ¿Outer Distant Island¿ to while out his final years

The remote spot, which is just a kilometre wide, is in
Japan’s tropical Okinawa prefecture but is located closer to Taiwan than Tokyo.

It is a world away from a traditional retirement home in the
sun. The currents that surround the kidney-shaped island are so dangerous local
fisherman rarely cast nets in the area.

There is no natural water and since setting up home there Mr
Nagasaki has had to brave powerful typhoons and biting insects.

Such difficulties have not deterred the wiry hermit who no
longer wears clothes apart from for his once a week trip to a nearby island to
pick up water and rice cakes with a small $120 donation sent from his family.

Naked truth: For the first year he lived there Mr Nagasaki says he threw on clothes whenever boats passed his way, but slowly the island stripped away his embarrassment

Leafy retirement pad in paradise: The remote spot, which is just a kilometre wide, is in Japan's tropical Okinawa prefecture but is located closer to Taiwan

Leafy retirement pad in paradise: The remote spot, which is just a kilometre wide, is in Japan’s tropical Okinawa prefecture but is located closer to Taiwan

He said: ‘I don’t do what society tells me, but I do follow
the rules of the natural world. You can’t beat nature so you just have to obey
it completely.

‘That’s what I learned when I came here, and that’s probably
why I get by so well.’

Ironically Mr Nagasaki says he spent years in the limelight working
in the entertainment industry before he decided to get far away from
civilisation.

His resolve was tested relatively soon into his stay when a
massive typhoon swept through Sotobanari, removing most of the vegetation that
he had relied upon for shade, as well as carrying away the simple tent he lived
in.

‘I just scorched under the sun,’ he said. ‘It was at that
point I thought this was going to be an impossible place to live.’

For the first year he lived there he says he threw on clothes
whenever boats passed his way, but slowly the island stripped away his
embarrassment.

He added: ‘Walking around naked doesn’t really fit in with
normal society, but here on the island it feels right, it is like a uniform. If
you put on clothes you’ll feel completely out of place.’

His staple food is rice cakes, which he boils in water,
eating whenever hunger strikes – sometimes four or five times a day. Water for
bathing and shaving comes from rain caught in a system of battered cooking
pots.

Each day is conducted according to a strict timetable,
starting with stretches in the sun on the beach. The rest is a race against
time as he prepares food, washes and cleans his camp before the light fails and
insects come out to bite.

It isn’t the healthiest of lifestyles, he concedes – but
that isn’t the point.

‘Finding a place to die is an important thing to do, and
I’ve decided here is the place for me,’ he said.

‘It hadn’t really occurred to me before how important it is
to choose the place of your death, like whether it’s in a hospital or at home
with family by your side. But to die here, surrounded by nature – you just
can’t beat it, can you?’