Degenerate Nodular Goitre

starting to learn


The truth is that I've been locked in the library and I have not had time to start my exploration of this city. Today I have a walk around Tokyo Midtown is a shopping complex which is halfway between the Wars and London's most exclusive galleries. Nothing to do with the bustle of malls Filipinos have already been discussed in this blog. Remember that I said that Manila is basically 'window shopping', families strolling and "throwing" the day the 'mall'. Not spent much, if anything for the children and food more or less expensive depending on whether there is something to celebrate or not. Today in Tokyo I found that not that it is essentially 'window shopping' what people do, is that one can hardly do otherwise. There are many bakeries, almost all with a "touch" or French name, that look more like high-fashion boutiques. Watches, jewelry with dizzying prices. Hardware overestimating the product. And other various shops of all kinds, but always within an order very Japanese. Here there was only noise on a plot of grass (which could hardly see the green) before the Oktoberfest (what a good marketing around the world have made the Germans of that party!). Anyway, I have to let go taking my baby steps here. I leave you with a photograph of a shelf in the small section that we have in the library, which is where I spent more hours for now on Hispanic issues in Japanese.

Before And After Anorexia Shots

When things are as they should be


am in Tokyo. Although it might seem that coming from Manila it would have to be different is not necessarily so. Here things are well as they should be. This is a world of equally nice, having fun, trying to understand you, you smile, and see what else. I'm very comfortable in these four days. But it's too late and the blog has given me can when I tried this update. So I leave here. But, of course, always looking for some artwork that accompanies the blog entry with some air. In this case, the bewildered air which gives me the menu of my favorite yakitori bar.

Groping On The Train In India

Well, that's it. No more work in Manila and in a few hours I leave for Tokyo after starting the job. Have been very intense days of goodbyes I appreciate the soul, nervousness and even some tears. It's hard to leave a place where you made friends, where you have built a second home, where you've come to feel like a fish in water. Despite having time away from my homeland, Badajoz is always there and always go back there. Manila is here forever, but within a mystery. Citing Rizal say goodbye sweet stranger, my friend, my joy. "
And now I look forward momentum to try to do my best in a country that is to me a world. A language I cherish (because they get to see it difficult to speak it, lol). New friends, new streets, new situations, so a challenge. Try to give a thorough account of what Manolo Pérez see Japan. I have already decided the new subtitle of this blog. But that will find out in the first inning "Japanese." And of course, with this photograph that I take JAL to Tokyo, closing in filipino 'Ingate Palagi po kayo. "