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My camera has been broken (カメラが壊れていました)

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One should not make ‘busy days’ an excuse not to update one’s blog because everyone is busy.  Everyone is tackling problems one way or another.  However, losing access to a camera may make a passable excuse?  I should have seen it coming as its focus had been fuzzy for some times.  Until I buy a new one the next time I visit my parents in Japan, I must do without one.    It may be just as well that my camera broke because my September 2015 saw so many things happen that I may have been tempted to disclose some private events which no one would have been interested.  This has made rethink about writing blogs and comments in other people’s blogs under pseudonyms.  In the safety of anonymity I may have failed to check myself from expressing my exasperation on certain nationalities.  Most of the time I have enough sense to know that one should not judge a nation by a small group of misfits.  However, I’m a human too and on days when my patience had been sorely tested I was possessed wi

One head-ache the French and the Japanese may have in common

‘I am born in Paris.’  Of course, he should have said ‘I WAS born in Paris’, but he was a visibly non-French immigrant, but nonetheless pretending to be a Parisian in front of me, an Asian.  I already had this sense of doom when the two immigrants showed up to open my door with a broken lock.    It was unfortunate that I had left my portable phone in my unit.  Instead of ringing up my insurance emergency number, I had to rely on the kindness of my neighbor who rang a locksmith advertised in a leaflet.  I was later advised by the police that those leaflets were breeding grounds of crooked tradesmen.  And I was duly scammed.  The two men charged me four times the usual bill and threatened to walk me to the bank to get money.  One of them stood between the fixed phone and me so I would not call the police.  If I went out of the room with one crook to get cash, the other one staying in my room would be robbing my computers.  So I paid by credit card.I am angry at myself for not handling th

Part 2 of Discrimination around me (私の身の回りの差別第二回)「

In my last post I mentioned of the neighbors who played a dirty trick on me.  I cannot go into the details of the scam as the leading conman was a lawyer, expelled from the Law Society but still a lawyer.  Let’s just say my dream to live in a modest comfortable apartment was dashed by those Australians who were old enough to be my father and mother.  My finance suffered a big dent that I had to stay on and work harder to earn it back.  Running back to my parents and make them sad was never an option, so I soldiered on in Sydney despite the horrendous experience.  Years later, I got it out of my system by incorporating the experience in my graphic novels, The Third Red Apple.  That blasted lawyer is casted as Mr. Sincere in my story.   While I was stuck in Sydney I tried to make the most of it by looking for positive.  I realized what I should have known at the beginning: local Australians do not owe immigrants life.  The life is full of hardships for everyone, Australians not excluded.