A Happy and Terrible Day
Fortunately, my lost baggage was returned! It happened so quickly that I was happy. I gave the landlords a small gift from my lost baggage. I withdrew cash for rent and bought groceries at a supermarket. I also bought some flowers, gerberas. I did the laundry twice. I managed to get my room tidy. In the evening, I went to My Way. I met Ruud, Hilco, Rob, Louisa, and others. I bought beer for Ruud and Hilco. I caught up with Louisa on recent events. I asked her if I could buy a special glass featuring a local Castricum design. She said I would have to ask Rob, the bar owner. However, when I was leaving, she slipped the glass into my tote bag. “I did not see anything.” I burst out laughing. It must be her signature way of handling things with style. After returning home, I met my housemate, Vanshika. I gave her a small gift: individually packaged miso soup. She was cooking for a long time, just as she had done before, so I finally spoke up about it. “You spend too long cooking. It stresses me out. This is not your private kitchen.” I felt bad about having to say that. I cooked spaghetti for dinner. While I was eating, the resin filling in one of my back teeth, which had been treated in Japan, came out. Why do these problems always happen just after I arrive in the Netherlands? If I were in Japan, I could get it treated easily and cheaply, but in the Netherlands, it would be costly and inconvenient. I opened some envelopes from the Dutch Tax Administration. I found an unfamiliar tax assessment demanding a payment of about €400. This was unbelievable, and I had never received such an assessment before. The tooth problem and the money problem made me feel even worse. I drank more and more wine to forget my bad feelings. I do not remember when I fell asleep.
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- Happy And Terrible Day Fortunately, my lost baggage returned! It was super quick so it made me happy. I gave a small gift from the lost baggage to the landlords. to I withdrew cahs for rent and bought daily grossery at a supermarket. I also got floweres, garbera. I did lanudries two times. I was able to prepar a tidy room. In the evening, I went to the bar My Way. I met Ruud, Hilco, Rob, Louisa and so forth. I bought beer to Ruud and Hilco. I talked recent situation with Louisa. I asked her if I could buy a special Castricum locan design glass. She said I had to ask the bar owner Rob. However, when I was leaving, she put the glass in sto my tote bag. "I don't see anything." I had to burst out laughing about it. It must be her signature way of handling dthings with style. After returning home, I met a sharemate Vanshika. I gave her a small gift, packed miso soup. She was cooking for long time as same the before so I finally mentioned about it. Your cooking time is too long. It made made me stressful. This is not your private kitchin. I felt uncomfortable. I cooked spaghetti for dinner. When I was having dinner, my backtooth resin had removed which I got treatment in Japan. Why such a trouble happpen very after arriving the Netherlands? If I was in japan, I would be get treatment easily and cheap but in the Netherlands, it must be painful both economic and opportunity perspective. I opend some envelopes from Dutch tax office. I found unfamiliar invoice which said you have to pay about €400. It must be insane and I have never get such an invoice. A tooth problem and money problem made me disgusting. I drunk wine more and moree to forget bad feeling. I did not know when I was sleeping.
Contemporary artist based in the Netherlands. I’ve learned at an Art College and Culinary Institute. I attempt to connect ART and FOOD.
