When I was new to this country, I had regular "episodes of misunderstanding" about Japanese life. Episodes that taught me that Western thinking and Japanese thinking did not, could not, would not match. Episodes that always left me muttering that I had been in Japan too long, even though I had just arrived.
I haven't had such an episode for many years now, and perhaps that means the same thing: I have been here too long.
Yet, the other day I had a lulu.
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