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Lunar Year Festival; you never know what life has in store for you (人生 一寸先は謎)

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I had come down with flu, a vicious kind that saw some French people hospitalized, or bedridden for a week at least, but I glanced at this amulet provided by the Shrine of White Serpent, the guardian of finance and health.  It may have nothing to do with the fact I recovered fast from my flu, but its mental boost was helpful.  Another factor that contributed to my fast recovery was Chinese energy transmittable to even non-Chinese like me.  The blasting thunder of Lunar New Year Festival was upon us!   Like a kid, I followed the lions around for one hour.  Half of me was ashamed for not having grown out of childishness, but the other half was giddy with delight soaking up all the energy of Chinese crowd.  I was remembering my last Lunar New Year Festival.  I was celebrating it with my mother at Nagasaki, Japan.  Little did I know that a year later I would be in Paris.  I am not getting younger, but life still surprises me.  One must never be complacent, but may not need to give into des

Congrats, Australia (時ならぬ心のさざ波)

和文の続きはコメント欄に書きました。短いので別のエントリーポストを作るほどでもなかったので先週ご覧になった読者は下のコメント欄までスコロール願います。 Finally, finally, Cahil of Australia got to lift the big trophy!  He had always deserved better but somehow the glory kept eluding him because of bad luck.  He was not getting younger so I had been sadly resigned for some time.  Sure he was the man who sank Japanese team a few times, but I respected his caring side in his private life.  Well, not exactly private since it had made it into press, but he seemed to have carried himself with warmth and integrity.  That does not happen very often so I became his fan. The final of Asian Cup 2015 took place in Sydney.  How that sounds so far away.  The place where I spent a good chunk of my life evoked no sentiment inside me, and yet I was crying.  I cried for Cahil’s long due glory.  I had to replay the video of Socceroos leaping with joy holding the trophy over and over in my apartment in Paris.  Each time tears will quietly flow down because after countless heartach