Going to a Yakitori Bar with My Mother
I published a new blog article. I was really relieved and happy that my motivation to write blog articles had come back. In the evening, I went to the bar Carp-tori with my mother, but not my father. He has been having difficulty with interpersonal relationships lately. What a shame! My mother and I enjoyed watching a baseball game between Carp and DeNA. My mother’s favorite team lost, but we got excited with the other customers. My mom got a lot of compliments about the bar. The cost was about 70 EUR, and I treated her. We stopped by the Ikkyuan takoyaki bar, but it was closed. I went to bed around midnight. I got drunk and had to wait another hour before sleeping, so I sang songs and danced alone for a while.
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Thoughtful, personal, and cross-cultural.
Contemporary artist based in the Netherlands. I’ve learned at an Art College and Culinary Institute. I attempt to connect ART and FOOD.
