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17 2011

Don’t React Nervously

Don’t React Nervously

When I stayed at the guesthouse, Hirano-ya, in Yunokami hot spring resort, I met middle-aged and older refugees from Naraha City – most of the city is within a 20km from Fukushima First Nuclear Power Plant. The guesthouse is their third harbor, and they came in late April and will be staying through until the end of July.

I knew their stay from the inn’s blog before the solo trip and thought that I would have chances to make contact with them at the small inn. For one thing, we would ate dinner and breakfast together in the dining room. I was determined that I would behave as usual and enjoy, just like my ordinary solo hotspring-trip: soaking in a hot spring and reading a book as much as I want, chatting with someone in the bathroom as occasion offers, and drinking local sake at dinner. The guesthouse wants visitors for pleasure, and the visitors need to enjoy properly even if one of our reasons for staying there is to support Fukushima. If one shows reserved attitude because of refugees, that might make the refugees feel inferior.

I established quite a rapport with a lady from Yokohama in the bathroom, and she, her husband and I ate dinner together and drank after that. We had good time!

I felt that the refugees in Hirano-ya understand clearly the need of unmannered compartmentalization under the circumstances that they live with day-to-day pleasure guests. On the other hand, the visitors form other prefectures, including me, also understand their state of things. We gave a cheerful hello and a short self-introduction, chatted with each other for a while, and kept a suitable distance.

I talked to one of people from Naraha City, an old lady staying there alone, in the bathroom. She was getting ready to plant potatoes in a field when the earthquake struck. She left her house the next day with little more than the clothes on her back and then moved from shelter to shelter. She described herself as a strolling refugee. There are places where refugees can get everyday commodities and cloths for free, but she cannot go there because she doesn’t have a car. If other refugees have one, she hesitates to ask a ride. She wants to make a day trip to somewhere to forget it all, but she cannot spend money because the life as evacuees will be prolonged. She really wants to move to temporary housing, and much more.

While I concentrated on listening to her, I was filled with a feeling of helplessness. If I went there by a car at the very least, I could take her to get cloths. I may render macro assistance to the sufferers of the deserters, but I think assistance to unknown individuals is difficult to offer in a brief space of time.

Through the exchanges, I also reaffirmed I should remain steadfast in dealings with the radiological effects that have an influence on me in Tokyo. Though I keep an ear close to the ground in a calm manner, I break away from the attitude that tends to swing between elation and desperation by short-term developments. I’m in the much, much safer place relative to people in Fukushima. I cannot conduct myself disgracefully.

Unfortunately, the accident makes us shape the course of our life, and how someone responded shows that person.


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