The Last Korean Class
I went to Chikara Udon restaurant in the morning for breakfast. My mom was chatting with a neighbor on the street. She seemed to have finally recovered from Covid-19. In the afternoon, I went to give my small books to Cafe Yamaneko, but it was closed for a regular holiday. I had forgotten about that. I cleaned up my room little by little. I attended a Korean class, which was useful as usual. I visited three different bars called Torikichi, Nobushi, and Hige-no-Nobushi. At the last one, the bar owner’s behavior was disgusting. Finally, I visited a ramen shop, Imamura-ya. It was not very tasty for me. I ate too much that day. I returned home around 11 pm and fell asleep sometime later.
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- The Last Korean Class I went to Chikara udon restaurant in the morning for breakfast. When I got home, my mom was talking on the load with a neibourhood. She seemed recovered from Covid-19, finally. In the afternoon, I went to give my small books to the cafe Yamaneko but it was closed due to regular holiday. I forgot about it. I cleard up my room little by lottle. I attended a Korean class. It was useful as usual. I visited three types of bars called, Torikichi, Nobushi, and Hige-no-Nobushi. One of the bars, the last one, the bar owner's behavior disgusting. Last, I visited a ramen shop Imamura-ya. It was not so tasty for me. I ate too much this day. I returned my home around 11 pm. I fell asleep sometime...
Contemporary artist based in the Netherlands. I’ve learned at an Art College and Culinary Institute. I attempt to connect ART and FOOD.
