I moved to a new place. I have a small house in Minami-Yukigaya, Ota-ku. It's far away from the center of Tokyo but this is where the normal people live. I want to do whatever common people do.

First, I cleaned the house. Nobody seems to clean in these artist residencies. I think artists are much filthier than common people. It was kind of exotic to clean because I don't do it too much at home, our fantastic Romanian cleaning lady Elena does that job. My wife comes here for Christmas and she expects everything to be as clean as Elena would leave it.

By the way, the Mori Museum director Fumio Nanjo replied to my e-mail and he had looked my work on the website. Can I have wetdreams of biennales?

We had Magnus' farewell and my welcome dinner in a restaurant that served traditional Japanese food but was punk rock decorated. Alex took me last week to another place like this. Japanese food associates with Sex Pistols but I don`t imagine Sid Vicious eating tofu with chop sticks.

Mori Museum`s director Fumio Nanjo and Singapore Biennale's general manager Low Kee Hong were having dinner with us but they were sitting in the other side of the table and I couldn't network too much. We exchanged business cards and I'm going to write them now but I've been told that, in Japan, nobody answers to e-mails, specially people in the top of the hierarchy. Here, giving a card doesn't contain any message.

For the dinner, I bought cup noodles from a vending machine. While eating my miserable meal, I was watching a TV chef preparing cocido - just like my mother-in-law. I decided to combat the home sickness with a glass of Cardenal Mendoza which I brought from the Madrid airport though it`s not easy to smuggle nowadays any liquid to an aircraft. Today`s lunch was much better: My Welsh Tokyo resident friend Alex took me to Tsukiji - the largest fish market in the world.

I`ve been travelling nearly one week. I`ve been most of the time jetlagged, hungover or home sick. I don`t understand much about this city but it doesn`t meet my prejudice: I don`t find neither traditional spiritual minimalism nor contemporary Hello Kitty pop culture.

The most interesting thing has been a homeless community by the river bank.Their home-made homeless architecture looked genuine Japanese. I heard that the Japanese don`t want to speak about their domestic marginalized people though they exist. And the same thing about the sex: they do it all the time but they never mention it.

This was a long day: Barajas - Heathrow - Narita. Tokyo is a beautiful monster of anti urban design but it's so clean and silent - people behave too well here.

My tiny room is in a building that houses in its garage two Porches, a Ferrari and a Bentley. The Continental Flying Spur's alloy wheels were the second most beautiful thing I saw today - the number one was my A.I.T. hostess Akiko, who just had got married a couple of weeks ago and was shining Japanese harmony.

A.I.T hasn't given to my use any luxury car, not even a Nipponese one. The Japanese sports cars are a bluff but I'm beginning to like their SUVs - Nissan Murano and Infniti QX56.

But after all, I wouldn't dare to drive in the left side traffic. Maybe Yuko just thought of my security.