Every time I return to Japon, I can see the hula from outside.
Since I'm usually at Ohura, I can objectively look at Japon from the outside in the truest sense. Every time I return to Japan, I find myself unable to breathe due to the amount of stuff, the amount of plastic, and the unusually excessive amount of packaging.
At the supermarket, vegetables, sometimes whole portions of vegetables, are packed in plastic bags.
"Huh? Ecology? What is it?" Did I hear it wrong?
Sterilization, sterilization, you're killing off even the good bacteria. that.
Still, I'm a Japosu and Japon lover, so I really hope things like this can be improved. I don't want things to change little by little, but all at once.
It almost feels like hospitality is moving in a different direction.
No, this time I am an immigrant and I am in Ofura, and the dark side of Ofura is now widespread, and my shoulders are shrinking again.
It's a very dark story, so I recommend skipping it, but it's honestly the current situation.
Right now, the whole world is experiencing inflation, inflation, and hurray, and I don't know who is cheering for them, but it's just hurray.
Europe is currently facing a serious energy problem, with gas and gasoline becoming more expensive as you know, and the people being hit with tit-for-tat sanctions that are completely ineffective.
It is a given that if energy levels rise, prices will automatically rise.
Naturally, the prices of the foods we eat on a daily basis have also increased. It has increased by 20% to 40% in the last two or three years. Isn't your electricity bill going up by about 40%? ?
That alone is tiring, but social security is extraordinarily high, and even though I'm the one who wants it covered, I've been charged three digits of yen!
It's too expensive! ! ! ! ! This is the one that will collapse.
No matter how hard you try to pay, it won't be reflected immediately, and you'll receive a letter asking for it as if you haven't paid. If you're going to pay that much money, you'd want at least some service included.
Anyway, there's something new every day, and it's usually bad news. What did I do? ! I want to scream, but this is also because I have chosen to be here as an immigrant, and no one is to blame. . Soothe yourself.
Furthermore, (yet!?)
Recently, there has been a severe strike at gasoline companies.
In the first place, gasoline companies seem to be making a lot of money from the recent rise in prices.
Earlier, they said that they were running low on oil because of the discount coupons they gave out to attract customers. I don't know the real circumstances, but it seems that around 30% of gas stations across Ofura are closed due to workers' campaign to raise their wages.
If that happens, you can imagine it.
Especially for people in rural areas, there are many things you can't do without a car.
I can't go far because I don't have gasoline.
Ah, that's right, by train! ! !
However, it was only for a short time that the state run SNCF started a strike, perhaps taking advantage of the series of disturbances.
Oh, the trains, the buses, and the cars are running so fast! (by Ikuzo Yoshi) That's the state of affairs. I don't like this village, I don't like this village, Ikuzo Yoshi sings,
In reality, we are not talking about villages, but cities where inflation is in place. .
The coronavirus and the commotion have faded away, and I'm finally able to go out. .
That being said, I'm like many others, so I'm at the end of the line where the waves reach.
When the waves come, the ripples are huge,
We are currently experiencing the effects of a weak yen, boiling energy prices in Europe, and an unusually high increase in social security costs.
There was a time in the past when the yen was extremely weak, probably about 15 years ago. When I was unemployed. There were times when the price was over 1 euro or 160 yen.
Memories of that time when I was about to die again. I didn't want to see you again, if possible. .
Still, we will survive. Noda.
I think the France that everyone is watching is the France of the past, not the France of the present.
As time passes, will there come a time when I will think that the way I feel now, ``It was better back then''? I don't want a future where I think that way.
So I started spewing out stories about the strangely dark side,
Let's talk about octopus. .
I couldn't find anything on patrol today, or rather for the past few days, so I decided to buy an octopus at Marche on the way home. (I have to cook my own meals as much as possible)
The whole...
It's bigger than I expected, and I don't really need it. I couldn't say that. Auntie, I put it in a bag.
It's very fishy inside the metro, and I'm the source of that smell...I'm sorry, everyone! I thought to myself as I headed back home.
Well, what happened? . I bought it, but I have no idea what to do with it. .
For now, let's boil it. .
When I picked up the limp octopus, I saw eyes.
The anus is exposed. It's loud.
Try your best to boil it as low as possible. .
Okay, it looks like it's boiled, so let's cut it.
No matter how much I wash it, black water comes out, but there's something clogged in the head area, right? What do you do with this? ? ?
I couldn't help it, so I washed everything in water and squeezed out something in my head.
I saw something I wanted to see in the eyeballs, and I was like, hieeeeeeeeee!
It was so gross and I felt so guilty. And at the same time, on the way
"Huh? Martian? Are you a Martian?"
I thought.
I was able to marinate it successfully.
I don't know if it tastes good or not, but it was done.
I probably won't do it again.
I learned one thing: Because chefs do this kind of thing, they probably have a stronger sense of the importance of life and the feeling of being given life than ordinary people like us. Tosa.