Strolling aimlessly in the vicinity of my dormitory, I got to the one of the few placed in Tokyo I've been to before. Harajuku. The strange people that left a wondering impression last time, were still there. Probably, they just live there. Or were they different people? Or does this matter at all?

 

Me at the hanami party.  

These are the items received for free from some local old people club. The old people had some things that were not needed anymore, and new international studends have nothing, and thus the exchange was mutually beneficial. However, the main халява was the rice cooker, which is just not as aestethic to be photographed with such a beatiful cups, but is expected to be the most useful. 

To whom it may concern.

Sakura leaves as they are. Looks very much like apple flowers, only a little bit bigger.