Strangers have come

Comes the morning when I can understand why I love my hometown: Nagasaki. I left many years ago to go to war, but now that has ended, I can finally sense the odor of warm tea, feel the leaves cracking while I smash them, be blown away by the sunset... the small big things in nature that make me happy.
The present year is 1598, the year of a new excitement for Japanese, specially for the governors and the Emperor. The weather today invites everyone to go out the streets for welcoming some distant travelers from Europe; they're so called Portuguese or as we say here, Namban.
It seems that I've missed a lot these years, so I'm trying to keep up with the other "watchers". Portuguese have disembarked now, and they've brought a lot of... things. As I come closer I sense strange spirits. Men full of facial hair, stinking and talking loudly are carrying closed trunks. The people are reluctant, they can't take that serious face out and, in fact, I understand them because this is a never seen experience.
Suddenly, I hear some Japanese governor saying that "they've been in Macau, they just want to know us better and make exchanges" to the man who was beside him.
They left the place a mess, a living hell, really! I don't think these people understand what "manners" mean. Besides this unusual day, it's good living in Nagasaky, and it's starting to rain. How wonderful...