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Years ago, while attending a film festival in the port city of Busan, South Korea, I was invited to a VIP dinner. As one of the few Westerners at the table, I felt compelled to be a gracious guest. The meal included many seafood delicacies, which I forced myself to chew, and then surreptitiously spit the morsels into the elegant, damask napkin. It’s embarrassing to admit, but I’m squishy on squishy foods.
Illustration by Eiko Ojala [1]