from the corner of the bubble
It’s been more than one week since. I’ll try to follow a timeline as much as I can, of things that passed in my mind during this time.
For those who don’t know what I do, and since it’s not relevant, I work in a regular job, nothing awesome and definitely not a career kind of activity. But this is not important.
At almost 3pm of March 11th, I was working, when I raised my head and saw that everyone was frozen, looking at the ceiling. I stopped moving, but the floor wasn’t still. Then the noise, edges of things that were not supposed to move touching the edges of the other things that were not supposed to move either. It was low at first, then it started growing louder and louder, like a fight without insults. It seemed like I had more than 3 beers, and got up too fast, feeling the world moving, and hearing sounds more vivid. But it was not just an impression. The world was moving. And it did for a few seconds, while I started to feel dizzy and sick, unable to say if it was over or not. All voices said, each one on it’s own way: “Jishin”. Earthquake.
At 3pm we left for the everyday 15 minutes coffee break. It was on the news. A strong one at the sea, Northeast coast, tsunami alert or all the East coast of Japan.
I called home, and asked my sister if Maria, my daughter, had arrived from school. No, she’s not here yet. Go meet her on the way home, please?, I asked. Of course!, she said. As I finished the call, the building trembled again. A few minutes later, on the TV, we watched the sea reaching the land, somewhere in Japan. In less than 30 seconds, a truck was floating over the water, that kept its silent invasion. I returned to work. It was more or less 3:25pm.
My middle sister was leaving at almost 3 pm, to pay some bills at the convenience store, and transfer some money to pay her flight ticket to Brazil. She was opening the door to leave when the earth trembled, she said me. She turned her way, trying to protect Pin and Mako, our 2 Shi-tzu ladies, and waiting for the phone to ring. She knew it would. I was the first to call home. She called my my youngest sister, who has 3 kids, all living in another prefecture, prone to seismic activities.
My sister was at her house in Tochigi, with the youngest of her kids, Shuuto, 1 year old. Her husband was working, Chi-chan and Keito-kun at kindergarten. The first one came, but she’s “used to it”. She waited indoors, despite some stuff had fallen on the ground. During the second one, she saw the bedroom’s wall crack and release some dust. I gotta get out of here, she thought. Shuuto was in her arms. She grabbed the bag she was preparing to come to Nagano for a normal family weekend, and walked toward the door, to see it crack and fall aside. She escaped to the car, where she left little Shuuto, and released Choco, the family’s labrador, from his chain. During this time, she was talking to my middle sister, who’d cry later while telling me what she’d heard on the phone.
My father and my mother told me a similar story. He’s 56, my mother is 53. Both were working. Both thought they were feeling sick. Both thought they would die, for some unexpected illness, a heart attack maybe. When they realized that the problem was not with them, they immediately thought about us. My mother was the first to call. My father didn’t, and we talked later, after I came home, after 6pm. He was in a sort of denial state, speaking annoying nonsense, trying to sound confident that it wasn’t serious… In his eyes, I saw it different though. Because this time it was different.
My sister and her family were fine. Alive. In the car. No power. No food. And they couldn’t come to Nagano anymore, since the roads were closed due to damages caused by the earthquake, and trains stopped working. I called her: do you still have water? fill any empty bottle you can find, save as much water as you can. I love you all, remember it, even if I don’t say it often. But I was late. No water. They bought a pack of bread and a bottle of tea. Nothing more. They were 5.
I though during this time: I’m fine. We’re all fine here. My young sister is not so fine, but alive, as all of her family is. They can work it out until we can do something to help. I believe it.
And they did, just for the records.
My middle sister canceled her flight to Brazil. She wanted to stay and help our family. She has a ticket to the U2 concert in Brazil, sometime in April… she doesn’t want to go anymore… I said her to go, no matter what, but she refused. I didn’t insist. If it was me, I wouldn’t go either.
Here, we went to bed after midnight, to wake up at 4am, with the room shaking around us. I jumped from my loft bed to my daughter’s bed, and placed my body above hers. It’s a terrible idea actually, and I must acquire a new anti-disaster instinct… But at 4am, it’s hard to think about anything…
This time it was right here, Nagano, were we are always safe. Are we?
My youngest sister called us, they got the news through the radio. They said the word “Nagano”, and they got scared. Kind of funny, we wanted to bring them here at first, and then they wanted to come and pick us up… The first idea is still better than the second. My niece, Chi-chan, talked to my mother, at 4am, crying, worried… “Vovó, daijoobu???” Is it fair? She’s only 6… My mother cried. I didn’t cry, but I comforted my mother.
Since then, we had about 5 strong quakes, and hundreds of weaker ones, if we consider anything below M6.0 weak. The tsunami washed away the northeast coast, taking away as many lives as it could. We have the threat of a nuclear disaster. And most of the rest of the world only criticizes and fears…
Since then, I didn’t cry. However, I feel the tears stuck and growing inside me. Sorrow and anger.
Who’s to blame?
A 9.0 earthquake strikes. How much damage did it cause? We didn’t have time to know. The up to 10 meters tsunami came before we could count the losses, and caused the major destruction, above the earthquake. At this time when I write, over 8000 deaths were confirmed, and other 12000 are reported as missing. From the number of deaths, over 7000 were caused by the tsunami, and not by the earthquake. So, one thing I know, is that millions of lives were saved due to the tough Japanese building code, and disaster counteract measures. In Tokyo, Ibaraki, Tochigi. Nagano. Maybe even my own life. Maybe because we are “used to it”.
Fukushima’s nuclear plant situation is not good. Today it was said that air containing radioactive substances would be released, to reduce pressure inside unit 3. It had to be done, but I believe it will not cause more problems than those we already have. Earlier today, before this announcement, it was reported that the level of radiation at the site had decreased. They are also considering the wind direction. No matter what will happen, I believe that the best is being done, and that we are being informed of everything that’s happening. We are all in the same boat after all. The crisis exists, and it’s not a secret.
We were recommended to avoid some vegetables, like spinach, due to increased levels of radioactivity found in some samples. These levels are still not harmful, however they are in that gap between the standard, official limit and the real danger. So it must be reported. So it was reported.
In my years of Japan, I learned that Japanese in general, and not only the government, always prepare themselves and the others for the worst. It’s how they say, “take it into account”, a safe range between the standard value established as rule and the real thing. Even for common issues, like a telephone bill or the expiration date of an onigiri… They make us expect the worst, instead of secretly prepare an evil surprise that would only create a state of chaos once unveiled. This sort of exaggeration actually helps us to keep the calm and order, so we can think and act better, instead of turning into wild creatures fighting for our own lives. And yes, we are all aware that the rules are exaggerated. So we can break them sometimes.
Unfortunately, the catastrophe of March 11th was beyond the worst we were prepared for. Beyond the worst we could even imagine. And we’re still holding on.
It’s easy for anyone outside the bubble to criticize and create a worldwide panic. How much mass media and leaders of other nations are manipulating millions of susceptible minds… It’s being tough times, and the real situation is not good at all, but I really doubt that any other country would deal with it better than Japan.
Yesterday I read about ‘minuscule quantities’ of radiation from Fukushima that had reached Sacramento, California, more than 10000 km of distance from the nuclear site. I live 250 km from there, and my sister and her family are located halfway. What to say? I believe it is true, but I think that we are closer to be in danger than Sacramento citizens. It seemed to me that they are trying to blame Japan for a natural disaster and its consequences… but my eyes are behind a sheer curtain of anger and grief, so this is nothing more than a silly rant. However, I do think that the use of nuclear power must be discussed, and existing reactors around the world must be inspected and have security systems upgraded. I also watched public manifestations in Europe against nuclear power. But are we really willing to consume less electricity, so alternative and environment friendly sources can be enough to supply our needs?
It was expected that nations leaders around the world would try to see beyond the tragedy, and figure out a way to take advantage of the situation in the future. Their second intentions are quite noticeable, through massive critiques on Japanese reaction front the imminent danger, and constant rumors about radioactive contamination here and there and everywhere. It was expected, because some things are ridiculously predictable. It’s about money and power. And about fear. But nowadays, not everybody is so easily manipulated. Nevertheless, it’s shocking how cold, cruel and greedy politicians and mass media can be.
I wouldn’t mention some idiot haters and their silly “karma is a bitch” trending topic, regarding Pearl Harbor attack by Japanese imperial navy 70 years ago, or other idiots comparing the recent incident to September 11th, in 2001, or idiot “celebrities” making jokes over the situation. But I will, just to let you know how ignorant people can be. There is a limit for freedom of expression, and hateful and offensive speech is outside this limit. Despite I think I had just offended the idiots…
It’s always easy to theoretically know the solutions to someone else’s problems. It’s easy to know how to fix someone else’s nuclear meltdown. It’s easy to blame on someone for not being prepared to such a great disaster.
It’s always easy when it’s not you. It’s always easy when it’s someone else.
Even easier, is to speak a lot of hypocrisy and not to act, and expect to be acclaimed for doing so.
“To admire means that you regard me as the handsomest, the best-dressed, the richest, and the most intelligent man on this planet.”
Pathetic .
-(Have you heard about “ShelterBox”? How useful can it be, if there’s no place to raise your tent? Plus, it’s cold here. Plus, it costs 1000 dollars, that someone must donate. They’ve sent 500 of these (what a waste of money…) …)
Japan and its citizens are doing great, the best they can. The diligent work, calm and order are being used to shock the rest of the world. Maybe we’d do better if we started looting the stores, stealing vehicles, fighting each other…
Money donations are far behind those made to previously afflicted countries, proving wrong those who complains that Japan is receiving more support than countries like Haiti. Because people say Japan is rich and doesn’t need help. Someone even said that we can ‘fix it ourselves’…
Then they say that we are close to have the second Chernobyl disaster, and urge a massive evacuation around Fukushima..
Don’t we need help? Do we need help? Maybe they want an excuse to finish wiping Japan out of the map, to prevent it from poisoning half of the planet…
We don’t need help, because we are able to help each other. Japan refused help from many countries who offered, but not for pride. Who knows how much help costs, in a political sense…
We need help, because not to harass or to disturb helps a lot. Because many children were at school at that time, and lost their families. Because many families lost their children and loved ones. Because many lost everything they had…
Yesterday I read on Reuters US top news a sort of sarcastic topic about the “miracle survivor who wasn’t a miracle”. The note stated that Japanese news reported then withdraw the story of the 20 years old man found alive in his half collapsed house, eight days after the tsunami, what was a miracle, to later discover that he had been in a local shelter, and had returned to his ruined home. I understand his behavior. He lost everything. It’s nothing to be laughed at.
Today, an 80 years old woman and her 16 years old grandson were rescued, after more than one week, eating food they had in their fridge. This makes me glad.
For those who don’t care: keep not caring with your mouth shut, please.
For those who say we don’t need prayers, we need money: donate or don’t, but with your mouth shut, please. Respect each one’s beliefs.
For those who hate: you get what you give. Overall, you are hopeless.
One point to remind before turning against Japan: I’m not Japanese, I’m a gaijin, a foreigner, like over a million who are living here, from many different countries. One of ‘yours’ may be here too, sharing the same situation.
In Brazil, my home country, the news reported that in Fukushima, evacuees were in public shelters, deprived of water and food because truck drivers were scared of going there… what a lie…
Roads were closed for security reasons during a period of time, depending on how much each area was affected.. As soon as they could, the transport companies restarted the delivery services, kindly considering transport of food and other essential goods as priority. Other packages delivery had been delayed, and people didn’t complain. It happened to me, I was waiting for a wagasa, or paper umbrella, to be here last Saturday, 12th. I received it yesterday, 19th.
One thing: Japanese people fear losing their job more than being exposed to radiation.
Another thing: we don’t need sensationalism. Empty minds are better to remain empty, rather than filled with prejudiced lies invented to keep them nailed to the TV.
This morning my mother was talking to her sisters in Brazil, and they were behaving almost savagely, shouting at us, stressing that they found traces of radiation somewhere 250 km from Fukushima. They don’t even know what is radiation… They had never left the small town where they live…
What to say about the hundreds who recently died victims of flood? I know my country. I know what is a government that don’t care about their people’s welfare. Earthquakes are not a problem there, but floods and fires are. Still, it’s not a rule to have even a fire extinguisher in each house there.
… and in my mind, if I am to die at a given time, I’ll die no matter where I am. It’s not my choice.
Of course, I have Maria… and my parents, 2 sisters, 2 nephews and a niece. And my brother in law, father of the 3 kids. Oh… And my 2 ladies, Pin and Mako.
For them, I’m vigilant.
For them I say: it’s not time for panic.
For them, I believe: everything will be okay.
All we need now is patience, and time to control the major problems, so then Japan can rise. Again.
This is the last time I’ll write about it. If I come to mention this in the near future, it will be to say that everything is fine.
Donate only if you really want and wish. And pray if you want and wish.
If you do, thank you, not for me, because I am fine. But for those who lost more than we can even imagine.
For those who don’t know what I do, and since it’s not relevant, I work in a regular job, nothing awesome and definitely not a career kind of activity. But this is not important.
At almost 3pm of March 11th, I was working, when I raised my head and saw that everyone was frozen, looking at the ceiling. I stopped moving, but the floor wasn’t still. Then the noise, edges of things that were not supposed to move touching the edges of the other things that were not supposed to move either. It was low at first, then it started growing louder and louder, like a fight without insults. It seemed like I had more than 3 beers, and got up too fast, feeling the world moving, and hearing sounds more vivid. But it was not just an impression. The world was moving. And it did for a few seconds, while I started to feel dizzy and sick, unable to say if it was over or not. All voices said, each one on it’s own way: “Jishin”. Earthquake.
At 3pm we left for the everyday 15 minutes coffee break. It was on the news. A strong one at the sea, Northeast coast, tsunami alert or all the East coast of Japan.
I called home, and asked my sister if Maria, my daughter, had arrived from school. No, she’s not here yet. Go meet her on the way home, please?, I asked. Of course!, she said. As I finished the call, the building trembled again. A few minutes later, on the TV, we watched the sea reaching the land, somewhere in Japan. In less than 30 seconds, a truck was floating over the water, that kept its silent invasion. I returned to work. It was more or less 3:25pm.
My middle sister was leaving at almost 3 pm, to pay some bills at the convenience store, and transfer some money to pay her flight ticket to Brazil. She was opening the door to leave when the earth trembled, she said me. She turned her way, trying to protect Pin and Mako, our 2 Shi-tzu ladies, and waiting for the phone to ring. She knew it would. I was the first to call home. She called my my youngest sister, who has 3 kids, all living in another prefecture, prone to seismic activities.
My sister was at her house in Tochigi, with the youngest of her kids, Shuuto, 1 year old. Her husband was working, Chi-chan and Keito-kun at kindergarten. The first one came, but she’s “used to it”. She waited indoors, despite some stuff had fallen on the ground. During the second one, she saw the bedroom’s wall crack and release some dust. I gotta get out of here, she thought. Shuuto was in her arms. She grabbed the bag she was preparing to come to Nagano for a normal family weekend, and walked toward the door, to see it crack and fall aside. She escaped to the car, where she left little Shuuto, and released Choco, the family’s labrador, from his chain. During this time, she was talking to my middle sister, who’d cry later while telling me what she’d heard on the phone.
My father and my mother told me a similar story. He’s 56, my mother is 53. Both were working. Both thought they were feeling sick. Both thought they would die, for some unexpected illness, a heart attack maybe. When they realized that the problem was not with them, they immediately thought about us. My mother was the first to call. My father didn’t, and we talked later, after I came home, after 6pm. He was in a sort of denial state, speaking annoying nonsense, trying to sound confident that it wasn’t serious… In his eyes, I saw it different though. Because this time it was different.
My sister and her family were fine. Alive. In the car. No power. No food. And they couldn’t come to Nagano anymore, since the roads were closed due to damages caused by the earthquake, and trains stopped working. I called her: do you still have water? fill any empty bottle you can find, save as much water as you can. I love you all, remember it, even if I don’t say it often. But I was late. No water. They bought a pack of bread and a bottle of tea. Nothing more. They were 5.
I though during this time: I’m fine. We’re all fine here. My young sister is not so fine, but alive, as all of her family is. They can work it out until we can do something to help. I believe it.
And they did, just for the records.
My middle sister canceled her flight to Brazil. She wanted to stay and help our family. She has a ticket to the U2 concert in Brazil, sometime in April… she doesn’t want to go anymore… I said her to go, no matter what, but she refused. I didn’t insist. If it was me, I wouldn’t go either.
Here, we went to bed after midnight, to wake up at 4am, with the room shaking around us. I jumped from my loft bed to my daughter’s bed, and placed my body above hers. It’s a terrible idea actually, and I must acquire a new anti-disaster instinct… But at 4am, it’s hard to think about anything…
This time it was right here, Nagano, were we are always safe. Are we?
My youngest sister called us, they got the news through the radio. They said the word “Nagano”, and they got scared. Kind of funny, we wanted to bring them here at first, and then they wanted to come and pick us up… The first idea is still better than the second. My niece, Chi-chan, talked to my mother, at 4am, crying, worried… “Vovó, daijoobu???” Is it fair? She’s only 6… My mother cried. I didn’t cry, but I comforted my mother.
Since then, we had about 5 strong quakes, and hundreds of weaker ones, if we consider anything below M6.0 weak. The tsunami washed away the northeast coast, taking away as many lives as it could. We have the threat of a nuclear disaster. And most of the rest of the world only criticizes and fears…
Since then, I didn’t cry. However, I feel the tears stuck and growing inside me. Sorrow and anger.
Who’s to blame?
A 9.0 earthquake strikes. How much damage did it cause? We didn’t have time to know. The up to 10 meters tsunami came before we could count the losses, and caused the major destruction, above the earthquake. At this time when I write, over 8000 deaths were confirmed, and other 12000 are reported as missing. From the number of deaths, over 7000 were caused by the tsunami, and not by the earthquake. So, one thing I know, is that millions of lives were saved due to the tough Japanese building code, and disaster counteract measures. In Tokyo, Ibaraki, Tochigi. Nagano. Maybe even my own life. Maybe because we are “used to it”.
Fukushima’s nuclear plant situation is not good. Today it was said that air containing radioactive substances would be released, to reduce pressure inside unit 3. It had to be done, but I believe it will not cause more problems than those we already have. Earlier today, before this announcement, it was reported that the level of radiation at the site had decreased. They are also considering the wind direction. No matter what will happen, I believe that the best is being done, and that we are being informed of everything that’s happening. We are all in the same boat after all. The crisis exists, and it’s not a secret.
We were recommended to avoid some vegetables, like spinach, due to increased levels of radioactivity found in some samples. These levels are still not harmful, however they are in that gap between the standard, official limit and the real danger. So it must be reported. So it was reported.
In my years of Japan, I learned that Japanese in general, and not only the government, always prepare themselves and the others for the worst. It’s how they say, “take it into account”, a safe range between the standard value established as rule and the real thing. Even for common issues, like a telephone bill or the expiration date of an onigiri… They make us expect the worst, instead of secretly prepare an evil surprise that would only create a state of chaos once unveiled. This sort of exaggeration actually helps us to keep the calm and order, so we can think and act better, instead of turning into wild creatures fighting for our own lives. And yes, we are all aware that the rules are exaggerated. So we can break them sometimes.
Unfortunately, the catastrophe of March 11th was beyond the worst we were prepared for. Beyond the worst we could even imagine. And we’re still holding on.
It’s easy for anyone outside the bubble to criticize and create a worldwide panic. How much mass media and leaders of other nations are manipulating millions of susceptible minds… It’s being tough times, and the real situation is not good at all, but I really doubt that any other country would deal with it better than Japan.
Yesterday I read about ‘minuscule quantities’ of radiation from Fukushima that had reached Sacramento, California, more than 10000 km of distance from the nuclear site. I live 250 km from there, and my sister and her family are located halfway. What to say? I believe it is true, but I think that we are closer to be in danger than Sacramento citizens. It seemed to me that they are trying to blame Japan for a natural disaster and its consequences… but my eyes are behind a sheer curtain of anger and grief, so this is nothing more than a silly rant. However, I do think that the use of nuclear power must be discussed, and existing reactors around the world must be inspected and have security systems upgraded. I also watched public manifestations in Europe against nuclear power. But are we really willing to consume less electricity, so alternative and environment friendly sources can be enough to supply our needs?
It was expected that nations leaders around the world would try to see beyond the tragedy, and figure out a way to take advantage of the situation in the future. Their second intentions are quite noticeable, through massive critiques on Japanese reaction front the imminent danger, and constant rumors about radioactive contamination here and there and everywhere. It was expected, because some things are ridiculously predictable. It’s about money and power. And about fear. But nowadays, not everybody is so easily manipulated. Nevertheless, it’s shocking how cold, cruel and greedy politicians and mass media can be.
I wouldn’t mention some idiot haters and their silly “karma is a bitch” trending topic, regarding Pearl Harbor attack by Japanese imperial navy 70 years ago, or other idiots comparing the recent incident to September 11th, in 2001, or idiot “celebrities” making jokes over the situation. But I will, just to let you know how ignorant people can be. There is a limit for freedom of expression, and hateful and offensive speech is outside this limit. Despite I think I had just offended the idiots…
It’s always easy to theoretically know the solutions to someone else’s problems. It’s easy to know how to fix someone else’s nuclear meltdown. It’s easy to blame on someone for not being prepared to such a great disaster.
It’s always easy when it’s not you. It’s always easy when it’s someone else.
Even easier, is to speak a lot of hypocrisy and not to act, and expect to be acclaimed for doing so.
“To admire means that you regard me as the handsomest, the best-dressed, the richest, and the most intelligent man on this planet.”
Pathetic .
-(Have you heard about “ShelterBox”? How useful can it be, if there’s no place to raise your tent? Plus, it’s cold here. Plus, it costs 1000 dollars, that someone must donate. They’ve sent 500 of these (what a waste of money…) …)
Japan and its citizens are doing great, the best they can. The diligent work, calm and order are being used to shock the rest of the world. Maybe we’d do better if we started looting the stores, stealing vehicles, fighting each other…
Money donations are far behind those made to previously afflicted countries, proving wrong those who complains that Japan is receiving more support than countries like Haiti. Because people say Japan is rich and doesn’t need help. Someone even said that we can ‘fix it ourselves’…
Then they say that we are close to have the second Chernobyl disaster, and urge a massive evacuation around Fukushima..
Don’t we need help? Do we need help? Maybe they want an excuse to finish wiping Japan out of the map, to prevent it from poisoning half of the planet…
We don’t need help, because we are able to help each other. Japan refused help from many countries who offered, but not for pride. Who knows how much help costs, in a political sense…
We need help, because not to harass or to disturb helps a lot. Because many children were at school at that time, and lost their families. Because many families lost their children and loved ones. Because many lost everything they had…
Yesterday I read on Reuters US top news a sort of sarcastic topic about the “miracle survivor who wasn’t a miracle”. The note stated that Japanese news reported then withdraw the story of the 20 years old man found alive in his half collapsed house, eight days after the tsunami, what was a miracle, to later discover that he had been in a local shelter, and had returned to his ruined home. I understand his behavior. He lost everything. It’s nothing to be laughed at.
Today, an 80 years old woman and her 16 years old grandson were rescued, after more than one week, eating food they had in their fridge. This makes me glad.
For those who don’t care: keep not caring with your mouth shut, please.
For those who say we don’t need prayers, we need money: donate or don’t, but with your mouth shut, please. Respect each one’s beliefs.
For those who hate: you get what you give. Overall, you are hopeless.
One point to remind before turning against Japan: I’m not Japanese, I’m a gaijin, a foreigner, like over a million who are living here, from many different countries. One of ‘yours’ may be here too, sharing the same situation.
In Brazil, my home country, the news reported that in Fukushima, evacuees were in public shelters, deprived of water and food because truck drivers were scared of going there… what a lie…
Roads were closed for security reasons during a period of time, depending on how much each area was affected.. As soon as they could, the transport companies restarted the delivery services, kindly considering transport of food and other essential goods as priority. Other packages delivery had been delayed, and people didn’t complain. It happened to me, I was waiting for a wagasa, or paper umbrella, to be here last Saturday, 12th. I received it yesterday, 19th.
One thing: Japanese people fear losing their job more than being exposed to radiation.
Another thing: we don’t need sensationalism. Empty minds are better to remain empty, rather than filled with prejudiced lies invented to keep them nailed to the TV.
This morning my mother was talking to her sisters in Brazil, and they were behaving almost savagely, shouting at us, stressing that they found traces of radiation somewhere 250 km from Fukushima. They don’t even know what is radiation… They had never left the small town where they live…
What to say about the hundreds who recently died victims of flood? I know my country. I know what is a government that don’t care about their people’s welfare. Earthquakes are not a problem there, but floods and fires are. Still, it’s not a rule to have even a fire extinguisher in each house there.
… and in my mind, if I am to die at a given time, I’ll die no matter where I am. It’s not my choice.
Of course, I have Maria… and my parents, 2 sisters, 2 nephews and a niece. And my brother in law, father of the 3 kids. Oh… And my 2 ladies, Pin and Mako.
For them, I’m vigilant.
For them I say: it’s not time for panic.
For them, I believe: everything will be okay.
All we need now is patience, and time to control the major problems, so then Japan can rise. Again.
This is the last time I’ll write about it. If I come to mention this in the near future, it will be to say that everything is fine.
Donate only if you really want and wish. And pray if you want and wish.
If you do, thank you, not for me, because I am fine. But for those who lost more than we can even imagine.
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