I once thought sincerely and seriously for about a minute about "the last meal of my life."

To my own surprise, an unexpected meal came to mind.

"Okonomiyaki" at "Okonomiyaki Jumbo" at Kyoto Tojiin Station

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When I was a second-year master's student (the oldest in my lab's seminar), I had taken my bike out to buy okonomiyaki for everyone remaining in the seminar room and had brought back take-out okonomiyaki for about 10 people.

I just searched the route on GoogleMap and it was quite a distance (30 minutes round trip by bike).

I remember that I went there quite often while I was in college.

I can't imagine (even I can't) from the "solitary Ebata" of today -- the okonomiyaki was really delicious with getting together with the seminar students and making a lot of noise.

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Today, I attended a welcome party for newcomers to the seminar at the university I currently belong, and had pizza in the seminar room with them.

About half of the attendees were international students, so I took the opportunity to go around asking them what they wanted to say to Japan/Japanese people -- as well as preparing material for my column.

I would like to talk about this later.

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Anyway, I watched the party, hoping that they could remember the taste of pizza as the "last meal", like me.