After all the first day experienced I needed a little distance inside myself and made a small path around the block, where we had parked our car. I wondered about all the sandbags in front of the entrance doors and at a corner I suddenly discovered houses that where standing in the flood. What has happened now? People had been so far through a lot of worse, is it not enough, I thought by myself? Where is this water now came from? As I stood there the owner a man with a red raincoat and a backpack came up to me and explained that he and other residents had to fight another problem: the flood which overflow the first floor of all the houses in this district. The reason why this happended I did not completely understood what he explained me, anyway his first floor of the house now up to his knees is under water. He currently live in the 2nd floor. When we got to talk, he pointed to his backpack and joked, "Now I wear my wife with me always." At first I did not quite understood what he meant. Than he told me that his wife died five years ago. The most important things for him, is not the bank account or ID card, which people usually carry with them when they suddenly have to escape ... instead of this for him the most important thing is the urn of his wife. Because he did not know what will come next, he decided to carry the box with her bones with him always. It would help him to overcome his loneliness, he said. I realized this day that the Japanese do have their own views on salvation and the relationship to the deceased. They believe that their souls are around them even after death. For me as a christian this is not acceptable. That day it was not easy for me to see all these people with their grief and sorrow. It was one of the hardest day to say goodbye to them and leave them alone in their helpless situation.
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| overflooded houses a man with backpack one of our distribute place |
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