another month without news, I thought that at least one update from Tokyo was worth it. Not that nothing happens in Trieste, but it is more difficult to think that might be of interest to someone. If you add the fact that I try to speak as little as possible to work ... In short, fewer films than usual and more bathrooms. but there is always beer and cinema, so a few days ago we saw "Choke." Will I lose the first Transformers, but if someone tries to signature ruin his death sentence.
So I am here again, this time for a few days. The trip is always an odyssey. I'm leaving Friday morning from London to Rome. The flight is at seven-twenty, so I have to wake up (after three Oretta lack of sleep) at about four. Arrival at the bus station and met a crowd of zombies, including a little 'to confuse me completely disappointed. If the bus was headed to Abilene, Texas instead of Ronchi dei Legionari, Friuli Venezia Giulia, could be a horror series B.
Some of the zombies are coming home after a night long and go down before the airport. We arrive at the terminal and go down. There is a strong smell of freshly baked croissants, which I immediately to taste. are even in advance for the flight and I embark directly on that first. I'll wait to Rome.
Let the Po Delta, looks like a maze. When we come to Rome and when we make a long spiral pass through the clouds we're back from the sea.
Fiumicino seems to me the last time even better organized, are puzzled and amazed.
I have so many hours of time, around the shops, I try stuff and try to imagine where people go.
In flight does not happen anything special. The lights stay off for most of the time (I suspect to save on the number of meals, but I'm not sure) and I see a couple of films: "The international" and "He's Just Not That Into You". With twelve hours of travel pretend that what you look ... Also considered that "The Reader" and "Gran Torino" I had already seen. Study something.
The pilot must have an unnatural love for the broken lines and the red trace on the screen in the center of the corridor reminiscent of Indiana Jones movie.
A Narita I have to deliver a questionnaire on swine fever, while controlling the temperature of the workforce of people with infrared cameras. Visa, fingerprints and are here again. The Narita Express
confirm that Japan is full of greenery. The impressions that I had the first time all return, but they are familiar. I know the way to the guesthouse:-Waseda Shinjuku-Takadanobaba. The guy at the front desk has a moment of astonishment when she sees that I know where is the vacuum cleaner. I tell him I've been here, I'm not a seer.
I leave my stuff and I get to campus, where I meet Yuasa. On the road known to have demolished a building near the park and the convenient store in front of the Waseda University has been closed. The tower and blue grigiain middle of the campus has become silver. We eat rice with curry and slowly we get to work. The heat is terrible.
When I meet the teachers and Tasaka Ohba ask me how I find myself in Trieste: fine.
the evening eat Okonomiyaki (a kind of pizza cooked to the plate on the table) in Shinjuku and I'm going back to sleep.
So I am here again, this time for a few days. The trip is always an odyssey. I'm leaving Friday morning from London to Rome. The flight is at seven-twenty, so I have to wake up (after three Oretta lack of sleep) at about four. Arrival at the bus station and met a crowd of zombies, including a little 'to confuse me completely disappointed. If the bus was headed to Abilene, Texas instead of Ronchi dei Legionari, Friuli Venezia Giulia, could be a horror series B.
Some of the zombies are coming home after a night long and go down before the airport. We arrive at the terminal and go down. There is a strong smell of freshly baked croissants, which I immediately to taste. are even in advance for the flight and I embark directly on that first. I'll wait to Rome.
Let the Po Delta, looks like a maze. When we come to Rome and when we make a long spiral pass through the clouds we're back from the sea.
Fiumicino seems to me the last time even better organized, are puzzled and amazed.
I have so many hours of time, around the shops, I try stuff and try to imagine where people go.
In flight does not happen anything special. The lights stay off for most of the time (I suspect to save on the number of meals, but I'm not sure) and I see a couple of films: "The international" and "He's Just Not That Into You". With twelve hours of travel pretend that what you look ... Also considered that "The Reader" and "Gran Torino" I had already seen. Study something.
The pilot must have an unnatural love for the broken lines and the red trace on the screen in the center of the corridor reminiscent of Indiana Jones movie.
A Narita I have to deliver a questionnaire on swine fever, while controlling the temperature of the workforce of people with infrared cameras. Visa, fingerprints and are here again. The Narita Express
confirm that Japan is full of greenery. The impressions that I had the first time all return, but they are familiar. I know the way to the guesthouse:-Waseda Shinjuku-Takadanobaba. The guy at the front desk has a moment of astonishment when she sees that I know where is the vacuum cleaner. I tell him I've been here, I'm not a seer.
I leave my stuff and I get to campus, where I meet Yuasa. On the road known to have demolished a building near the park and the convenient store in front of the Waseda University has been closed. The tower and blue grigiain middle of the campus has become silver. We eat rice with curry and slowly we get to work. The heat is terrible.
When I meet the teachers and Tasaka Ohba ask me how I find myself in Trieste: fine.
the evening eat Okonomiyaki (a kind of pizza cooked to the plate on the table) in Shinjuku and I'm going back to sleep.
