If the world's cities were guests at a party then Rotterdam would probably, after gate crashing the party with half a dozen stoned mates, be found sniffing lines of coke from the crutch of your sister
Dawn is a few hours away and Philip Blazdell is sneaking around the hotel with a forty-foot LAN cable, a stolen laptop, a six-pack of Japanese beer and a box of sushi.
Phlip Blazdell wonders how anyone could ever fall in love in such a place where nothing looks real and shadows are merely story-book tales and vague longings.
Philip Blazdell reviews The Ginger Tree, following more than forty years of East-West relationships and the development of modern Japan first through the eyes of this very young and naive girl and, th