Everybody knows I love dragons. It's not the etched-into-my-bones empathy I have for unicorns, for which I would brave the scorn of a thousand future Accountancy students, but a dear fascination that comes and goes but always returns in some really odd shape. This time he happened to be dressed in paper-mache. I just had to post this:

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And now back to the twenty-something pages I have to produce on How I Don't Actually Know Anything About Japan*




*Subiectul atestatului meu de limba engleza se numeste "The Rediscovery of Japan", si e despre Japonia secolului 19. Nifty title, neh? De fapt toti americanii care au plecat in Japonia sa o "redescopere" au ajuns la aceeasi concluzie: dupa vreo 10 ani de stat in Japonia, iti dai seama ca stii ceva despre japonezi in momentul in care iti dai seama ca nu stii de fapt nimic. But then again, most of them never went back to America