31/7/2017 by Mayumi MATSUMURA
Yesterday morning, while I was waiting with my mother-in-law the pickup bus from the Day Care Center for the Elderly, I heard voices approaching. They seemed to say “Good morning” using a loudspeaker attached to an advertising car.
However, the voices were weak, considering that they came from a loudspeaker. They also seemed very reserved and embarrassed to disturb people. (Translator’s note: In Japan during the election time, candidates and their teams roam the streets in vehicles shouting their names and asking for support). I listened. The voices said: “Good morning, I am XXXX, candidate for the election of the mayor of Tomioka”.
The voices were really reserved, weak …
They made me so sad. Profoundly moved, I opened the kitchen window and waved my hands.
The first car stopped.
The voice said, “Oh, thank you, thank you. ”
“Courage and good luck! I’m sorry, I’m not from Tomioka, but … ” I said.
A voice replied, “Thank you, thank you for your words of support.”
I waved my hands and shouted words of encouragement to the second and third vehicle where the candidate was seated.
My eyes were filled with tears.
They run an election campaign in an unknown city, without knowing where the residents of Tomioka are, where their voters took refuge.
If it were their own town, they would campaign with dignity from the electoral car in a loud voice. But they were belittling themselves, roaming through the unknown streets.
Tears have troubled the visions.
However, I continued to wave my hands until the vehicles disappeared.
It has been 6 years and 4 months since we left our home.
There will never be a restful end to our journey.
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On July 28, 2017 published on Facebook by Mrs. Mayumi MATSUMURA, evacuee from the town of Namie, Fukushima prefecture.
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