Anna Matsushita

This is a personal memoire, encountering Western drinks. The book covers travel and drinks from 12 different countries. The first chapter introduce my trip to Ireland, and remembered memorable drinks I met not only in abroad and but in Japan. Get your favourite drinks tonight and enjoy the book!! It is available all AMAZON shopping sites across the world. Fot a sample, please visit the links below.   https://www.amazon.co.uk/-ebook/dp/B0GQCJMHJ9/    (the UK) https://www.amazon.com/ebook/dp/B0GQCJMHJ9/    (the USA)

There was a deafening bang, followed by a deep, rumbling tremor that shook the ground beneath me.   The elderly pedestrians all dropped to the pavement in unison, as if rehearsed.   Across the street, an old man lay flat on his stomach, waving urgently in my direction. “Down!” he bellowed.   Instinct took over. I flung myself onto the pavement without a second thought.   Moments later, the wail of sirens filled the air—fire engines, ambulances, police cars, all racing past in a blur of flashing lights.   And then, just as swiftly as they had dived for cover, the prone figures around me picked themselves up, dusted themselves off, and strode away as though nothing had happened.   I had arrived in Britain in the 1980's at the age of fourteen, dragged along by my parents on account of my father’s job. I hadn’t wanted to come. Life had been perfectly fine back home, thank you very much. Germany was still split into East and West, Marga...

    Permit me a moment of reminiscence, an old woman's soliloquy, if you will. This is a story from some forty years ago.   For a brief three-year period, my family found itself living in Britain in the late of the 1980’s. It was the height of Japan’s bubble economy, a time of exuberance and affluence. Britain, in contrast, was grappling with economic stagnation. Not only was the economy sluggish, but the sudden influx of Japanese imports and the expansion of Japanese businesses left many in Britain feeling uneasy. Some, particularly those who had lived through a different era, harboured a deep resentment towards the prosperity of Japan.   A significant undercurrent to this tension was, of course, the legacy of the Second World War. Britain, once master of the seven seas, had held colonies across Southeast Asia, including Burma and Singapore—regions where it had clashed directly with Japan. Even in the late 1980s, the memory of that conflict persisted amo...

   **** CAUTION : Strong racist language is used *********** Around forty years ago in the late 80's, in the heart of London, I, then a teenager, was standing with my family, waiting for the traffic lights to change. It was in this moment that a white woman, standing beside me, suddenly erupted into a loud exclamation, as if she had witnessed something deeply unsettling. "Chinaman has got a kid!!!!" she cried, her voice brimming with a strange sense of astonishment. Her companion, the white man, responded nonchalantly, "Apparently, yes," as if to acknowledge the statement, albeit with a sense of resignation. Yet the woman, seemingly struck by some unseen force, continued to voice her disbelief.   “But… a Chinaman! They are animals! They can’t have a family, can’t they ？ ”   The man whispered something to her. However, she did not stop yelling.   “But it’s impossible! They get married and have a kid? Oh, yes, they don’t have freedom to get marri...

  Permit me to indulge in a bit of nostalgic musing, a reminiscence from nearly forty years ago. At the time, my family had relocated to London due to my father’s work. As a result, I found myself attending an international school in the city, and, after a spell, transferring to another one. London, even then, was a vibrant mosaic of cultures, a veritable melting pot of peoples. Yet, these two schools, both ostensibly “international,” had strikingly different demographics. The first school I attended had only a sprinkling of British students. The rest of the cohort hailed predominantly from the Middle East, Asia, and Africa, with a significant number adhering to the Islamic faith. This was, of course, decades ago, and one imagines the mix has shifted since. At that time, however, it was clear: the school’s corridors echoed with a rich blend of accents and languages from these regions. What struck me most was how forthcoming everyone was about their origins. It was as if announcing ...