Sometime in the early 1950s one of my uncles was stationed in Japan. During his tour a reporter for the Argosy Magazine arrived to do a story on an aged Japanese man who could walk across hot coals barefoot.
A teenager, one of the watchers, decided he could do it if the old man could. But after a few steps be began running a cursing in Japanese.
“What’s he saying?” the reporter asked his interrupter.
“The boy says ouch,” the interrupter said.