“OK, time to fly!” was a slogan of the state airline of Czechoslovakia back in the day, around 1981, when I made my second visit to Prague before the whole Soviet collapse.
Today in Tokyo, it’s time to fly once again, back to the States, returning to Battleship Amerika. People here in Japan with whom I’ve spoken, friends I’ve known for well over a decade, nearly two, have pushed aside their usual reticence about shortcomings of the States they perceive. Long conversations laced with fear and anger and sadness.
All this over delicious grilled beef or grilled chicken, fresh vegetables, eggs, soba, udon, and broths.