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Part 3: The Journey of Sweet and Potatoe

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Copyright 2006 to 2014 by Mirror Miroir/THE THIRD RED APPLE All Rights Reserved

Part 2 of The journey of Sweet and Potatoe

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Copyright 2006 to 2014 by Mirror Miroir/THE THIRD RED APPLE All Rights Reserved.

The journey of Sweet and Potatoe

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It’s about time I treated my readers with something fun.  I here upload one of my old comic strip. Copyright 2014 by Mirror Miroir/THE THIRD RED APPLE All Rights Reserved. そろそろ読者の皆様に楽しんで頂ける内容をお届けします。  

NO RIDES LEFT (乗車はもう無し)

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It is easier said than done, breaking out of one’s shell.  I thought I was ready for anything.  For once I wished to be close to someone, not because his background would be approved by my relatives who are still proud of our Samurai lineage, but because I had feelings for him.  I had deliberately refrained from finding out about this Gentleman from Sydney except his personality.  His expressions and actions were all I knew about him.   I would be crying for days to come, but I will, must put it all  behind.   I headed for the airport.   I did not want to head home to Japan from Sydney, so I caught a plane bound for Hobart, Tasmania.  It was summer in Australia, but the water of Hobart would be still be cold in October and I longed for it.   Once in Hobart I took a bus for Lower Sandy Beach.  The water was blue, clear and as expected, very cold.  I was the only one swimming while looked on by some children who thought I was crazy.  I wished to wash away my long years of confinement in

A Blue escape from confinement (幽閉からの蒼い逃走)

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One month after I moved out of my old unit, my shipment arrived at my home in Japan.  It should have stirred emotions in me, but no.  It did not even feel like I had ever lived in Sydney.  If anything, there was a quiet sense of relief and loss.  I had to concede that my years in Sydney was a confinement, not a life.  To think I once fell in love with Australia’s sun and looked for a tiny humble abode. My readers may remember that I was framed by Australian neighbours, who were old enough to be my parents, so badly that I ended up with an unsellable unit.  I got stuck there.  I tried to make the best of it but each time I flew back to Sydney from my occasional visits to my parents’ in Japan, I would fall in deep depression during the flight.  Thanks to the bright sunshine which lifted me out of darkness once I had landed in Sydney.  I thought everything was fine…but not on my subconscious level. I was not aware what prompted me to write about a Prince whose soul was confined for centur

Scapegoats(濡れ衣)

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It takes a different kind of courage to stay than what it takes to break away and today I dedicate this blog to the Asians who have chosen to stay in Australia.  I am not worried about the rich Chinese because money talks in the real world.  Australian government, business and lawyers all are eager to befriend them.  If you’ve been reading my blog you would know that the middle-class and the financially tight ones have been venting their frustration out upon Asian immigrants.  As Japanese share the similar oriental appearance, we have copped it in the place of the Chinese.  Many Japanese have sold up their houses and left Australia in the recent years, or so my real estate agent has told me.    The one exception I know personally is the Japanese BBQ restaurant owner who serves fantastic meals for reasonable cost.  He had the gut to move his family to an area inhibited by the world staunchest anti-Japanese people.  It has the advantage of getting less exposure to the frustrating Austral

Australians have chosen part 2 (オーストラリア人の選択に含まれぬ日本人 -第2回)

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Social media has for better or worse managed to bring out our true thoughts…and true colour.  While it is hurtful to receive abuses, it saves us wasting our precious time on relationships that never meant to have future.  I had to unfriend one Australian man who kept posting slandering articles about Asians to his FB friends.  Seeing that he was a war veteran, it was understandable that his Japs bashing would be intense, and this I could accept with humility.   What baffled me was the ferocity of Asian bashing tweets by young Australians.  To think some of them were praising Japanese food with a smile while tweeting  'Jap's  privately.    But then I should have known that in the face of clear rise of the Chinese power, nowhere more visible than in Australia, attacking Chinese may be seen as jealousy while there is no such risk with Japs whose financial peak has passed.  In hindsight I first knew of this that Australians had chosen China when Japanese images were omitted from th