I came across strange scenery when I was touring by motorcycles.
It was a service area of an expressway.
It was quite different from a colorful place that can be seen from the inside of an expressway - It was a concrete castle floating on the sea of rice fields that can be seen from the outside.It was, of course, not the place we can enter from the outside, but without thinking it too seriously, I came close to peep through this place which is surrounded by fences...

A ragged man suddenly popped out of a bush!
A second look confirms that he wears an iron collar and a numbered tag around his neck.

I was perplexed with this situation. Just then, he suddenly broke down crying and said:"Oh, I could see a person in the outer world for the first time in 30 years."

Then, he started to tell me half his life in tears.
Emboldened by vigor and youthfulness, he got on the expressway with no money when he was young. This was the start of hell.
He said to me: "In a tollbooth of the expressway I told that I do not have any money. Then I was surrounded by men in black suits and was pull out of my car."
In an instant his car was dismantled by a strange machine and only a number plate is left.
There was no way that those who do not have money and a car can get out of this feudal society - the parking area. He was forced to wear an iron collar around his neck and to work for nothing there.
Deprived of clothes, a car, and his name, he spent everyday in unbearably hard labor for 30 years...for repayment of only about 500 yen.

Only left is the number of the number plate worn around his neck...
I could not rest for hearing about this story, so I tried to come close to the fence. He, then, shouted to keep still.

I noticed that black lumps like a caterpillar was stock to the fence – he said that high-voltage current is carried on the fence for preventing prisoners from getting away. The things for which I mistook black caterpillars were their fingers burned, charred and dropped off.
The oasis of an expressway is the service area. This paradise was built on the bloods of miserable people.
The only thing I can do is to write down this story and let all of you know it...
Please do not forget to keep money when you enter an expressway. And I hope no casualties like him again.
Take care on your trip.