It is the season. Thanks to last nights De Niro impressions I was late to meet up with my old Japanese class at Shinjuku-Gyoen (The one with the Japanese garden). These are they. What’s left of the they. Seems everybody’s been heading back to their respective country. Ouch. What’s with all the goodbyes lately?
From the left: Sonika (Made chicken. All gone by the time I got theire so it was probably great), Ashita (Joined class late), Nomura-sensei (Plays steeldrums. Her mailadress is ‘drinkingpants’), Sahido (Bangladesh. Makes wicked curry), Nakade-sensei (Spent last year in Korea). And me (Writes a blog)