In the afternoon in Rome, I like to drive my brother-in-law's car. The co-driver is my brother-in-law, who needs to buy groceries and salmon. His Japanese restaurant is near the airport and serves flight attendants and captains at meals.
In recent years, they have also changed their operations because many flights have been canceled or only once a week due to the effects of the COVID-19, which frustrated my cousin, who also started taking pictures during lunch breaks at restaurants to record every moment of life.
As I wrote down my memories, I began to feel hungry. I probably missed the free sashimi and spring rolls, plus a little mustard and ginger, and I was already drooling. It was the food waving to me and I had hallucinations.
