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Marc Cameron
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February 27 - March 21, 2022
The Japanese took a dim view of firearms and strictly enforced who could and could not carry for all but the agents immediately surrounding the President. Even these were warned of Japanese gun laws, but no one stopped the President of the United States or the dozen close-protection agents who arrived in the motorcade with him. Montgomery had been told it was a wink-and-a-nod sort of agreement, with the Japanese not doing very much winking—or nodding.
Baka yarō!
Nokorimono ni wa fuku ga aru. Luck is in the leftovers.”
kebukai yabanjin—a hairy barbarian.”
Like Bill “Yucca” Fernandez, nyuk nyuk! (Sorry, inside joke.)
When you try to leave Japan, ushirogami wo hikareru—it will always tug at the hair on the back of your neck.”
“Sure you don’t want to fly back with us?” Ding prodded. “It’s more comfortable than commercial—even business class.”
“I’m good,” Ryan said. Yuki stood right beside him. She wasn’t holding his hand, but she may as well have been. “You know I’ve been wanting to work on a second language. Think I’ll start with Japanese.”
Subarashī, Jack-boy, er, Jack-san, right on!
“We have a saying here in Japan.” “Oh, really?” Ryan said. “And what’s that?” She was on tiptoe now, her lips just inches from his, her voice hoarse and breathy. “Sometimes,” she said, “it is better to shut the hell up.”
Haha, hontō, neh!
osoboy vazhnosti—of particular importance—what the United States called Top Secret.
“Let us be on our way. I know a woman there who makes very good mutton stew.” “It is probably Kazakh horse cock,”
Military pilots spoke in Russian among themselves, and, to the consternation of pilots transiting from other countries, the tower sometimes did as well. But English was the international language of aviation, and this air space was controlled by civilians.
“incident”—when two planes got closer than five lateral miles or a thousand feet of altitude.
Minsky snatched up a small rubber alligator her boyfriend had given her to combat the stress of not smoking.
The Americans called an incident like this a “deal”—certainly the most supreme of all understatements, Minsky thought.
She could have been singing “Bayu Bayushki Bayu” to these idiots for all the good it was doing.
“That, I am afraid, Comrade Colonel, is no longer your concern.
“Tovarish” being used in the post-Soviet era?
