So in Hipponia
When I was in the country of Hipponia (I hope no one needs to explain where it is :)) it came out, which means that the case is so unprepossessing, long remaining in my memory. Before turning to the essence, put the salt, so to speak, on the table, let’s pepper our cultural dish (a monument to the one who can quickly pronounce this rebus the first time) by retreat.
Once the Japanese realized that around them is not just the ocean, but full of different people living. Probably this happened when one Japanese, once again leaving the office, opened his eyes. And then he saw that more than one job is alive man … In general, every nation discovers America, and some do it constantly and not only geographically. It came to our miserable neighbors that ancient Japanese culture is good, and American culture is a cool rulez.
And away we go, in the cities and villages of Hipponia, a new fashion has gone. Who eyes, then, expanded plastically, who ruled his legs (I’m talking about Japanese ladies), and who, dressed in a bunch of multi-colored shapeless fabric, painted his head in red color, spoke in very distorted English and began to rejoice. The latter survived among many other ways of expressing themselves. Continue reading