Wallah

Bubble

Bubble

One day sitting and drawing in my sketchbook, trying to kill some time in London Heathrow, I was suddenly surrounded by a group of Japanese tourists and their translator, who started asking questions about me and my drawing. An old lady in the group was really fascinated by my doodle, in my opinion too much resembling a schlong drowned in bubbles. After half-an-hour of bowing and thanking I realized Japanese taste is just as peculiar and wonderful as I had imagined. The reactions of the group imply that the Japanese, regardless of age, are open for suggestions.