This... innocent foam-like accordian protective mango jacket may get me killed. I am not kidding. It may also get David fired. Hopefully, not both. DO NOT LAUGH. A LOT IS AT STAKE HERE. THEY MAKE TAKE OUR CHILD FROM US, YOU INSENSITIVE JERKS! Carlos may become Hiroku, or some crap like that if we are not careful. They may put us in prison! What we do not know, what could make the difference between life or death, between job or no job, between parenting this wonderful child or leaving him here with a "better" family, is this... is this recyclable plastic, is combustible paper, is it non-combustible, is it a food-stuff, does it go out on Wednesay or Thursday...
Recycling is the most important thing EVER in Nagoya. It is insanely confusing. We have a 20 page manual complete with a cartoon family (and a guy with a bow in his hair) explaing where things go and we still have no idea where to put anything. And if you put something in the wrong bin... you get a BIG NOTE from the university people. One of those, "you know who you are!" notes. We walk around with trash in our pockets all day long because we have no idea where it goes. We will come home with 1000 silver yogurt conttainer tops because they have no place in the RECYCLING RUBRIC FROM HELL.
CALL THE EMBASSY!!!
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