Katabami to Ougon

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This is a fucking masterpiece.
I cannot even begin to express how much I love this manga.
The settting, the restrained but persistant comedy underlyng the fucking awful conditions of it all... but it's somehow hopeful?! What?!

Come on how the hell are folks not reading this right now what a wonderful time to read something like this.

Lordy. How does it seem evenly plausible that they'll be in California in 10 chapters but also could just still be stuck in new york at this rate? I can't imagine a bad route.

I'm in like sin. Watch 2020 discontinue this art piece before my very eyes. Please spare me.
 
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Know what holy shit this manga made me learn something. The comments here of all things. Thank you.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Great_Famine_%28Ireland%29
I learned today that the choice to not close off exports of food out of the country led to economic forces that exacerbated or straight up caused the mass starvations.

Jesus nothing about this manga flinches away from that possibility or even brings it up. It's not even really part of the story I guess.

The xenophobia and anti-foreigner riots and just deep rooted bigotry isn't all there is to it here. There's no better source of drama than history I suppose. Man this series is a trip.
 
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FYI the plant called katabami is from the woodsorrel family (false shamrocks), instead of clover like traditional shamrocks

Still commonly found in Ireland though
 
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The island, it is silent now But the ghosts still haunt the waves
And the torch lights up a famished man Who fortune could not save
Did you work upon the railroad? Did you rid the streets of crime?
Were your dollars from the White House? Were they from the Five-and-Dime?
Did the old songs taunt or cheer you? And did they still make you cry?
Did you count the months and years Or did your teardrops quickly dry?
"Ah, no", says he, "it was not to be On a coffin ship I came here
And I never even got so far That they could change my name"

Thousands are sailing
Across the western ocean
To a land of opportunity
That some of them will never see
Fortune prevailing
Across the western ocean
Their bellies full Their spirits free
They'll break the chains of poverty And they'll dance

In Manhattan's desert twilight In the death of afternoon
We stepped hand in hand on Broadway Like the first man on the moon
And a blackbird broke the silence As you whistled it so sweet
And in Brendan Behan's footsteps I danced up and down the street
Then we said goodnight to Broadway Giving it our best regards
Tipped our hats to Mister Cohen Dear old Times Square's favourite bard
Then we raised a glass to JFK And a dozen more besides
When I got back to my empty room I suppose I must have cried

Thousands are sailing
Again across the ocean
Where the hand of opportunity
Draws tickets in a lottery
Postcards we're mailing
Of sky light skies and oceans
From rooms the daylight never sees
And lights don't glow on Christmas trees
And we danced to the music And we danced

Thousands are sailing
Across the western ocean
Where the hand of opportunity
Draws tickets in a lottery
Where e'er we go, we celebrate
The land that makes us refugees
From fear of priests with empty plates
From guilt and weeping effigies
Still we dance to the music And we dance

@xyzzy
 
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I live in sacermento (the city formed from the miners of the gold rush) so I’m quite interested in how it will be portrayed once they get to California
 

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