Monday, November 17, 2014
Turkish kebab, Swedish stories
I met up with the Japanese woman who lived in Stockholm for seven years and gave her the curtains and the book that I was asked to bring from Sweden. We had dinner at a Turkish place near the university. I used to go there a lot when I had just arrived in Sapporo, but recently I have been to busy to have dinner most days. There used to be a girl who spoke perfect Swedish working there (she was half Turkish, half Swedish, and raised in Sweden), but she left Japan many years ago.