Thirty Days Hath September (Tokyo, From One to Infinity, #13)

No matter where we hail from or where we have chosen to live, we long-term expatriates tend to kid ourselves that we are men of the world. Without the benefit of a local education, however, we will always be at a disadvantage compared to that tiny first-grader who lives next door. In this essay, a Taiwanese pop song inspires me to remedy one of the many gaps in my own knowledge.