La terre vient juste de trembler encore une fois au large de Fukushima. Ce n'est pas le tremblement de terre du 11 Mars, mais nous somme un vendredi a nouveau, et a peu de choses pres, c'etait la
meme heure.
Je voudrais partager ce texte ecrit par un des membres de l'equipe de volontaires. Il s'appelle Ken, il a 23 ans, il est Malaysien et etudiant a l'universite. C'est en anglais, mais je pense que
vous comprendrez quand meme.
Imagine waking up in the morning, going about your daily routine, saying goodbye to your family, leaving for work. And that would be your last goodbye. At the end of the day, everything
is gone, everything has ended. If only, if only the sorrow could end there too...
March 11, 2011.
It had never crossed my mind to come to Japan to further my studies. Like many of my peers, going to the US, UK or Australia was the ultimate dream. But life has many surprises in store for you
and here I am, in Japan and halfway through my first degree. Life in Japan is not a bed of 'cherry blossoms' like many of you would like to think it is. Many foreign students here could testify
to that. The language barrier, the difficulty of finding a true Japanese friend, the rigours of trying to fit in are just a part of the challenges. But as the saying goes, 'When in Japan, do as
the Japanese do', you eventually accept both the good and the bad, learn from your experiences and adapt. After three and a half years down the road, this place is like another home to me.
Despite the many thorny paths, there are many smooth ones laden with 'sakuras' too. Japan has taught me a great deal. Now that I speak the language well enough, things are starting to fall in
place. I somehow feel that I am a part of this place. So when the earthquake and tsunami struck, I was in pain.
I felt the urge to contribute, never mind how insignificant my contributon would be. The voice inside told me to give something back to the country and the people who have given me so much.
That was why I decided to go up north to volunteer. I wanted to be there as soon as the authorities gave the volunteers the green light but because of my academic commitments, I could not make
it. Choosing an organisation to go up with was a bit of a task. I wanted to go with a non-religious, non-political organisation. Don't get me wrong, I have nothing against any religion or anyone
for that mattter. I just wanted to go as a human trying to help other fellow humans in need. And Peace Boat was the answer.Ready to go!!!
I opted to join the International Team, even though they told me my Japanese is good enough to join the Japanese-only teams. I thought it would be more fun to work in an international environment
and I was right, it really was. But, the Japanese-only teams were fabulous too. I had the honour to meet some of the coolest people around. There were, of course, Japanese, Americans, British,
French, New Zealander, Brazilian, Peruvian, Bulgarian, Hong Konger, Chinese, Swiss, Australian, and Malaysian (yours truly). Some came all the way to Japan just to join the other volunteers. Some
even took a break from their job so they could be here longer. And some was as young as 16. It really warms the cockles of my heart to know that selflessness and altruism still exist in this mess
of a world we are living in. Regardless of the diverse backgrounds of the volunteers, friendship and camaraderie was established immediately. We were there with the same purpose, we were there
with the same hope and aspiration, and that was what bonded us together.
They say seeing is believing. If you are shocked by the TV footages of the earthquake and the waves, wait till you see with your own eyes what they have done to the place and the people,
and the trail of destruction and hopelessness they left behind.
The international teams were tasked with helping the local fishermen to rebuild their lives (漁業支援). We went out to the sea to set up the oyster
farms that were destroyed by the merciless waves. We got the chance to speak to the fishermen about their livelihood before 3/11 (albeit with some difficulties because the heavily accented local
dialect was a little difficult to catch). Boat loaded with oyster eggsOyster-farmingRay and the 'Amnesiac'
fisherman LOL
Oyster farming is something of a family affair. Now that everything was swept away, they had to collaborate with other families and other fishermen to start over again. It must be hard on them to
swallow their pride and depend on others to restart their lives.
Volunteering is all about responding to the local needs. So for the next two days, our energy and enthusiasm was needed elsewhere. We were brought to a small town (well, it used to be a town) by
the sea, which was hit by a 20-metre high tsunami. The town was called Onagawa (女川). Here our job was to clean up the river (more
of a stream, in my opinion). According to the locals, this river (stream?) is the breeding ground for a type of fish called 'ayu' (鮎), or sweetfish (Plecoglossus altivelis,
I'm feeling nerdy).
We had to clear up the debris and sort them according to the type of waste they belong to; combustible, non-combustible, tiles, metals. It was a little heart breaking though. We found all the
things we would normally find in a house; clothing, stationery, toys, gun (yes, I found a gun), furniture, key chains, certificates, X-ray films, ultrasound films, and the list goes on.
The next place we went to was a little fishing village by the sea. The scallop shells used for oyster farming which were purchased from Hokkaido were scattered everywhere. It was the work of the
evil waves. One fisherman said that it was not waves that hit their village, but it was ceaseless walls of water that came pounding (水の壁)。We helped them to pick up the shells and clear up
the wharf. In the afternoon, the coordinators told us that another group of volunteers needed our help up in the village. The village was situated at a slightly higher ground than the wharf but
unfortunately it did not escape the wrath of Mother Nature. The head volunteer was an American carpenter who had been going back to Ishinomaki several times to help with the reconstruction. My
team was asked to break the walls of a house which became soggy and was starting to decay and fall apart because of the salty waves. According to the American carpenter, the pillars were still
sturdy enough so new walls could be built on them. Later, another villager came to request our help to clear the path leading to his house. Again, we had to endure the emotional pain of sifting
through other’s life possessions. We wanted to clear everything but the owner came and told us that he would not be returning here anymore and he just needed a clear path so that he could move
whatever was left of his belongings to another place. He was staring at his home, which was beyond repair with a look of sorrow and melancholy. Finally he thanked us and said, ‘Come back here
again to enjoy the oysters if you have the chance, and don’t forget us.’
We could be materially rich, we could have everything we wished for, but we could also be left with nothing in a matter of seconds. Nature could take away our material possessions, but it could
not take away our hope, courage and love. In the midst of the destruction and devastation, if we hold on together, we will stand again. The darkest night must give way to a brighter day. This is
the Land of the Rising Sun, the sun will rise again. No matter how big the wave is, no matter how large the number is on the Richter scale, nothing can beat the human spirit, nothing will defeat
Yamato-damashii(大和魂).
Thank you Ishinomaki for giving me back more than that I have given you. Thank you for teaching me that the best things in life are free, and thank you for making me realise that the bare
necessities of life are really simple. Thank you to my fellow volunteers and awesome teammates for always being there and seriously, without you guys I don’t think I could make it through the
eight days that we were there. Thank you for teaching me what selflessness is and thank you for reminding me that there’s always hope.
そうだうれしいんだ生きる喜びたたとえ胸の傷が痛んでも
(From Anpanman, our ‘Anthem’ in Ishinomaki)
Finally I would like to dedicate this beautiful poem by Kenji Miyazawa to all volunteers and the survivors of 3/11.
雨ニモマケズ
風ニモマケズ
雪ニモ夏ノ暑サニモマケヌ
丈夫ナカラダヲモチ
慾ハナク
決シテ瞋ラズ
イツモシヅカニワラッテイル
一日ニ玄米四合ト
味噌ト少シノ野菜ヲタベ
アラユルコトヲ
ジブンヲカンジョウニ入レズニ
ヨクミキキシワカリ
ソシテワスレズ
野原ノ松ノ林ノ蔭ノ
小サナ萱ブキノ小屋ニイテ
東ニ病気ノ子供アレバ
行ッテ看病シテヤリ
西ニツカレタ母アレバ
行ッテソノ稲ノ束ヲ負ヒ
南ニ死ニソウナ人アレバ
行ッテコワガラナクテモイイトイイ
北ニケンカヤソショウガアレバ
ツマラナイカラヤメロトイイ
ヒデリノトキハナミダヲナガシ
サムサノナツハオロオロアルキ
ミンナニデクノボウトヨバレ
ホメラレモセズ
クニモサレズ
ソウイウモノニ
ワタシハナリタイ
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