A Korean Lesson
I attended a Korean lesson. I had to work hard to learn Korean because it was a one-on-one lesson. I had been tense for over an hour. After that, I visited a yakitori bar called Nobushi. I found a rather funny poster that looked like an elementary school student’s homework from 2017. While I was drinking, I looked at it closely. I returned to my hometown, Itsukaichi, by tram. I wandered around several bars, but they all looked packed from the outside. In the end, I visited a bar called Naoki. I met a man called Kame-san. He seemed to have an intellectual disability. I did not feel much energy there, so I left after drinking just one bottle of beer. I moved on to a bar called Tachimachi-ya. I met two university students. One of them, called Tsuno-san, was extremely drunk, but he was funny. He ended up going outside and throwing up on the road. During that time, Ippei-san came in. I had not talked to him for over a year. We talked about various things, including the bar owner, Mari-san, and her mother, until just before midnight. It turned out to be a fun night. I fell asleep around 1:30 am.
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- A Korean Lesson I attended a Korean lesson. I had to hassle to learn Korean because it was 1 on 1 lesson. I had been tensed over an hour. After that, I visited a yakitori bar called Nobushi. I found quite a funny poster which seemed an elementary school kid's homework in 2017. While I was drinking, I watched about it precisely. I returned home town Itsukaichi by tram. I wandered several bars but I found the bars were packed looking from outside. In the end, I visited the bar Naoki. I met a man called Kame-san. He seemed having desease of intelligence. I did not feel much liveliness so I left there after just drinkig a bottle of beer. I moved to the bar Tachimachi-ya. I met two univercity students. One of them, called Tsuno-san, was extreamly drunked but he was funny. He ended up swalloed up outside on the load. During that time, Ippei-san came in. I have not talked him over a year. We talked including a bar owner Mari-san and her mother until just before midnight. It turned out a fun night. I fell asleep around 1:30 am.
Contemporary artist based in the Netherlands. I’ve learned at an Art College and Culinary Institute. I attempt to connect ART and FOOD.
