It’s five in the afternoon in the kitchens of Kochi “obiyamachi arcade”, and lots of women come and go, totting shopping bags with both hands. Delicious smell of croquettes from the meat shop makes me hungry. At the snack stand, high school students are talking and eating taiyaki. Powerful women, their heads covered in hair nets shout out, “Konban no okazu ni, ikagadesuka?” (“How about these with dinner tonight?”) They are full of strong energy. Continue reading Hachikin!