Asakiyume<p>"Do you have a washing machine?" I asked the hostel owner. </p><p>"You send out your laundry--very reasonable rate," he replied.</p><p>"No; never mind," I said, figuring I could just buy a small bucket and <a href="https://wandering.shop/tags/wash" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>wash</span></a> my things in that. And that's what I did for the first week, till the hostel owner cornered me in the hall.</p><p>"You send out your laundry," he said, more firmly this time. "Employment for people here." Behind him two women waited expectantly.</p><p>Chagrined, I agreed.</p><p><a href="https://wandering.shop/tags/wss366" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>wss366</span></a> <a href="https://wandering.shop/tags/microfiction" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>microfiction</span></a></p>