Couldn't wait to post this. How come i did not see it so far. Which reminds me... (towards the middle of this picture you can see another tree trunk rotting in there. It is the one that fell that day...)
In the same line.
Ribbed concrete on the bridge make all cars sounding like imperial TIEs. Second 1:00 here. BTW all audio on the streets has been done with... (look at the name of files). (For the first time ever i saw maybe 3 bikini dressed persons sunbathing on a porch ft above a fence, visible from the street, while i was talking in my recorder).
2:15 Started to feel smoke coming from outside.
2:30 PG13
Last time we went to Lucky Eagle we stopped as usually at the IGA store nearby and bought some fried chicken (with potato wedges). It is much cheaper and tastier than a burger (well, depends on the burger). Well, it was. Last time i think they accidentally fried it with some pieces of feathers attached to it.
Youtube just pushed this to me and i said why not (post it). It could be a trick, tempting me to showing the "softer" side of Japan or simply diverting from the main problems.
In their competitiveness, they are merciless first with their own. Look at how the expensive, well dressed ones who happen to pass by look at the lost souls fallen on the pavement. I know this feeling from the city i grew up in, which used to be, not so long before, part of Austria, for 143 years.
In fact to me these days the difference between friends and enemies is this "why not" that is refraining or not to post certain things i stumble upon or cross my mind.
Last time we went to Lucky Eagle we stopped as usually at the IGA store nearby and bought some fried chicken (with potato wedges). It is much cheaper and tastier than a burger (well, depends on the burger). Well, it was. Last time i think they accidentally fried it with some pieces of feathers attached to it.
Youtube just pushed this to me and i said why not (post it). It could be a trick, tempting me to showing the "softer" side of Japan or simply diverting from the main problems.
In their competitiveness, they are merciless first with their own. Look at how the expensive, well dressed ones who happen to pass by look at the lost souls fallen on the pavement. I know this feeling from the city i grew up in, which used to be, not so long before, part of Austria, for 143 years.
In fact to me these days the difference between friends and enemies is this "why not" that is refraining or not to post certain things i stumble upon or cross my mind.
