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Saturday, April 8, 2006

The Sushi Vault

2006.Apr.08 Saturday

Buenos Aires – He rang the bell and more or less whispered “sushi” into the microphone. Standing on the sidewalk, head shaved, dressed in a bulky navy blue flak vest, black pantalones tucked into mid-calf high jackboots, he looked for all the world like a commando ready for a raid. Wordlessly he handed me a [...]

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