Saturday, 10 June 2017

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Since the 1980s there’s been an annual book sale at the Regent Theatre. I used to attend them all—even sorted as a volunteer. But in Japan, we missed the last 6.

It’s not as if we need more books. But to Mami and I they represent wealth. And I was able to please Mum with a smattering of Dutch and German reading matter.

I confined myself mainly to books in foreign languages—not the ‘How to learn’, just those written in another language itself. I got about 20, I guess.


Now then—where shall I put them? Hotere House?

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