Lunchtime. Again I work in Shibuya testing a silly video game. Well, this time I translated it.
Lunchtime. My co-tester is from Hamburg, even though Asia born. A model. Like him.
Lunchtime. Where do we eat. Yesterday we ate at a small park. Was ok, but today I have a lovely bentō lovely made for me. I love that.
Lunchtime. He wants to eat in a restaurant. A treat. We mix German, English and Japanese all together. We must really sound like stupid. Maybe not. Cannot view myself from outside at the moment. Sorry!
Lunchtime. We arrive at a curry shop. It promises indian curry, but in a manner of fact, its Japanese curry, in indian style, made by a single japanese woman, belonging to a company.
Lunchtime. He says he would be nice today and eat with me at a bench. To which I answer, I wouldn’t mind, I would simply listen to Merlin and Dan, possibly chatting about Steve Jobs death.
Lunchtime. He ask’s the lady in the shop if I might eat my bentō inside. She is not troubled by this idea. She seems at ease.
Lunchtime. I eat my bentō on a small restaurant. I image that William Gibson would call this a stall. Anyway. Sitting beside the guy, chatting, which is fun, I feel at ease. More then I should, anyway.
We leave the place. I miss smoking. Week 5.
Lunchtime is over.
PS: I guess you can call above writing bad in style. If you do, stop reading, I am not writing for you. 2011年10月14日～川崎駅京浜東北線