A Captured German Spy?

Doug says I look like a captured German spy who, refusing to talk, is prepared to bite the cyanide pill.   Well, not exactly.  Here's the real story...

I went to the Chinese Embassy today to get business visas for our trips to mainland China.  After the enjoyment of first-rate Japanese service, the cultural shift was simply jarring (and, to be fair, not unlike government agencies in the U.S.)  The first jolt came with a filthy restroom, my first since arriving in Japan.  Next came a series of mixed messages, incomplete instructions, and a waiting room full of nervous adults and screaming children.  (Clear instructions could have been provided on the embassy website but they weren't.)  Thankfully the last woman to assist displayed compassion and competence while instructing me that our photos were printed on unacceptable paper.  I must return to the first floor to take a "selfie" in a booth with 700 yen ($7) coins.  When I shut the curtain and looked into the camera, this was the result.  The photo tells the story.    Only two more trips to the embassy are required before the visas will be ready.  Or so I was told.