Starting to Pack
I started packing my belongings into a carry bag to go back to the Netherlands. I saw a Facebook post titled “A Wild Boar Appeared in the Park!” published by the cafe Yamaneko owner, so I went to the cafe. I talked with the cafe owner and his father about my artwork and asked if they could display my small book. They agreed to my request. That night, I visited three bars: Nagomi, Ajia-tei, and Kitaro. I met an old man, Kakimoto-san, whom I had first met a year ago. I listened to him talk for over three hours. I do not know why I can listen to old people talk endlessly. After returning home, I did the laundry and fell asleep just after 1 am.
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The original text before the correction
- Starting A Packing I started a packing my burdon in the carry bag to go back to the Netherlands. I saw an article "appeared a wild boar at the park!" which published by the cafe yamaneko owner so I went to the cafe. I talked with the cafe owner and his father about my artwork. I asked them if they display my small book. They allowed my offer. This night, I visited three bars; Nagomi, Ajia-tei, and Kitaro. I met an old man, Kakimoto-san. I met him for the first time in a year ago. I listen his talk for over three hours. I do not know why I can listen old people's talk endlessly. After returning home, I did the laundry. I fell asleep just after 1 am.
Contemporary artist based in the Netherlands. I’ve learned at an Art College and Culinary Institute. I attempt to connect ART and FOOD.
