Dutch Naruto and Polish Canadian on the Yamanote line

I'm coming back from a meeting with Nobuya. I'm waiting for a green circus line Yamanote train at Ikebukuro station. Initially queuing to one of the front wagons, suddenly feel like having a coke. I search for a vending machine, tracking it finally in some one third of the platform. The train arrives. I look inside and think: "Oh, someone wants to be Naruto" . I see a foreigner close to the hairy figure and think, not seeing Naruto's white face, that they are probably not together. Judging from the thinness of Uzumaki's arm, I think he's Japanese. I enter the train. They are sitting together. "Can i take a photo?" - I ask. I've forgotten about the photographer's inner need implied in a conversation. I'm from Poland - I answer, asked. "Jesteś z Polski!" the Polish Canadian cries out loud with absolutely no accent. Seemed happy to speak the language.

Bicyclissimini

My new friend, 13.5 kg. MINI.



Detail.

The whole beast or beauty.

Attention: it is not a wheelchair.