No Feelings for Japan
I checked out of the hotel around 9:30 am. I headed toward Incheon International Airport. I wondered if I would have to pay an extra charge for my baggage, but there was no fee. I was happy about that. I arrived in Hiroshima just before 3 pm. I did not feel any particular impression about Japan. It felt strange because I could understand everyone’s conversation. I realized how much I love the Netherlands. I returned to my parents’ house without making any stops. I gave my parents some gifts from South Korea. We shared sashimi, stir-fried bamboo shoots with pork, and some other dishes together. I went to bed around 11 pm.
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- No Moving Japan I checked out of the hotel around 9:30 am. I headed toward Incheon International Airport. I wondered I have to pay extra cost for my baggage but it was no charge. I was happy about it. I arrived Hiroshima just before 3 pm. I did not feel any impression about Japan. I felt weired because I am able to understand all of the people's coversation. I thought that how I love The Netherlands. I came back my parents house without any stop. I gave some gift to my parents from South Korea. I had packed sashimi and Stir-fried Bamboo Shoots with Pork and so forth with my parents. I went to bed around 11 pm.
Contemporary artist based in the Netherlands. I’ve learned at an Art College and Culinary Institute. I attempt to connect ART and FOOD.
