Suteru Aniera

Commuter's pass.

The answer to the above is: something to throw away. Suteru ステル　捨てる。Thow away. Dump. Dump Aniera. Suteru Aniera. ステル　アニエラ (look down middle)

The day of birth

What happened on April 14th was utterly unexpected.
On the preceding Saturday some chocolates were delivered to the tired after a training lips of all the teammates. All the 50 stomachs. The usual state doesn't surpass a neat number of 25, so it was thanks to a brilliant idea who haunted my mind on the day of chocolate purchase - let's make everyone eat 2 chokiees. A 50 piece box was just right, one less would be not enough.

Anyway, an absolutely non-Japanese habit, giving sweets for one's one birthday. When the sentence "I brought some chocolates because of today's birthday. " crawled out of its diaphragmal source, another person's larynx took its turn expressing a doubt whose birthday was it actually.

Anyway anyway, in the meanwhile da galz offered to have a drink/dried(grilled) fish soon. On the following Monday the act of chewing the dried to bone animal that once saw the ocean had been quite suddenly interrupted by arrival of darkness in the restaurant room. A song began to float in the air, I thought I'd join it. Yet this is what came afterwards, together with a Japanese cook book plus a...em...rabbit ornamented box.


Cakemmmmmmmmmmmm


Seiko feeling like having it right then right there.


Chika, Mihoko, Keiko.

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.

Fits me?

I mean the t-shirt, of course.

O-hanami

O-hanami, the flower watching. 御花見
Ｔｈｅｓｅ　ｔｗｏ　ｙｏｕｎｇ　ｇｅｎｔｌｅman, Seigo at the left, Fukuta presenting himself at the right side of the display, are hereby in the position of two lunatics trying all their best to give me a "normal face". I took 8 shots for a satisfactory result.
Maybe they were too amazed by the glaring beauty of the outstanding cheery blossom flakes or maybe the flash had taken the power of their senses together with the face muscles control.

For the purpose of admiration did we arrive in Inariyama Park after an over 5 hour long training. It is right after we sat on the blue-sheet that we forgot all about the preliminary aim. From then on, each time somebody raised his head and saw the delightful flower flow flirting with the zephyr up in the branches, he was surprised, once and again. The big event called "the flower watching" is in fact one of the major occasions during the year to meet people. In fact, we have to do with a celebration every time humans meet.


Mashiko was in a rebellious mood of a black and violet colored attitude toward the world. In consequence, he was attempting to boycott the event by banning the photos. Here, by Keiko.

In the end, he was forced to give in.

Shrovetide – Ostatki

A photo which is not that recent, quite a month leaked through the 4^th dimension since it has been taken. The very last trace of winter, Shrovetide. The snowman was accompanying my every home-coming, knowing how to find a smile above my chin. He would not survive the incredible today’s 15°C. Let him make you smile too.