Then I remembered Kobe, then I remembered sarin attack. My Tokyo, my childhood square of sweetness and summers. My now suffering beats, bodies in despair and pain. My ever-trooping neighbourhood, my faraway nation so sturdy it resolutes optimism in torture.
I remember the day when I donated 2 barbie dolls to Kobe. I remember the news of my mum being trapped underground. I remember how everything made me feel, and now it’s all coming back to me, flooding in just like their tsunami.
But I hope I will remember today, when I sigh relief knowing that all my friends and their families are safe in Japan. Unsurpassable courage.
My Disneyland, you will recover. My Murakami, wherever you are, you are not allowed to die.