Location: Guatemala

Kuto’s life no. 173

Post date May 22, 2023

Kuto was happy living in Guatemala. He had a white panama hat that he wore all the time. His hair was dark golden brown and he had a shaved face. He wore a blue plaid shirt and denim pants. Kuto was always smiling and laughing. He enjoyed life to the fullest.

One day, Kuto went out into the village to get some water from the well. As he walked, he saw a group of men coming towards him, armed with knives and machetes. Kuto knew they were going to attack him so he ran as fast as he could back to his house.

The men chased after Kuto but they couldn’t catch up to him because he was too fast for them. When Kuto got back to his house, he barricaded himself inside and called for help on his cell phone. The police came quickly but by the time they arrived, the attackers had already fled into the jungle surrounding the village

Kuto’s life no. 800

Post date April 8, 2023

Kuto had always been a happy person. Even when life dealt him some difficult blows

Kuto had always been a happy person. Even when life dealt him some difficult blows, he always managed to find the silver lining and laugh his way through it. So, it was no surprise that when Kuto found himself in Guatemala, living out of a backpack and subsisting on little more than rice and beans, he still managed to see the humor in his situation.

“Hey gringo!” shouted one of the local kids as Kuto pedaled by on his bicycle. “Where you going?”

Kuto just smiled and kept pedaling. He knew that if he tried to explain where he was going or what he was doing, the kid would probably just laugh at him. So, instead, he just waved and continued on his way.

It wasn’t that Kuto didn’t like Guatemala; in fact, he loved it here. The people were friendly (for the most part), the food was cheap and plentiful, and there was always something new to explore. But after six months of living here, Kuto was starting to get homesick for his native Japan. He missed his family and friends terribly and longed for some of their familiar comforts—like a hot bath!

One evening as Kuto sat down to another meager meal of rice and beans (which were starting to taste a bit bland), he decided enough was enough—he needed an adventure! And so began plotting his escape from Guatemala…

Kuto’s life no. 704

Post date March 26, 2023

Kuto was born into a life of rage. His parents were always fighting and yelling

Kuto was born into a life of rage. His parents were always fighting and yelling, and he could never seem to please them. As a result, Kuto grew up feeling angry all the time. When he was old enough, he left his home in Guatemala and moved to America. He changed his hair color to blond and shaved his face clean. He also got a punk crest haircut, which made him look even more intimidating. Kuto started hanging out with other punk rockers and getting into trouble. He began to see himself as an outsider who didn’t belong anywhere. Eventually, Kuto’s anger led him down a path of violence and crime. He became involved in gangs and drug dealing, and ended up spending time in jail several times. It wasn’t until Kuto met a girl named Ana that he began to change his ways. Ana was kind-hearted and gentle, despite coming from a tough background herself.. She showed Kuto that there was more to life than being angry all the time. Gradually, Kuto started opening up to her and eventually fell in love with her

Kuto’s life no. 774

Post date December 8, 2022

Kuto had always been a bit of an outsider. He was born in Guatemala

Kuto had always been a bit of an outsider. He was born in Guatemala, but his parents were from Japan. Growing up, he never really felt like he fit in with either culture. He was too dark for the Japanese and too light for the Guatemalans. His hair was a honey blonde color that made him stand out even more. And to top it all off, he had a crew cut – something that wasn’t common in either culture.

As a result of feeling like an outsider, Kuto developed a bit of an “I don’t care” attitude. He didn’t care what other people thought of him and he certainly didn’t care about fitting in. He was content to just be himself – even if that meant being alone sometimes.

But there was one thing that Kuto couldn’t help but feel disgusted by: violence. He saw it all around him, whether it be the gang violence in his neighborhood or the political violence that often erupted in Guatemala City. It sickened him and made him want to leave his country altogether.

And so, when he turned 18, Kuto did exactly that. He packed up his belongings and moved to Japan – the place of his ancestors