Everyone has memories of that fateful day.
Even if I want to forget, I can’t.
I can’t forget the saddest things.
The things that made people happy and helped me are unexpectedly sealed in the depths of my heart.
So I have to try not to forget what I should be grateful for.
Tomorrow, March 11th is has been 12 years since the Great East Japan Earthquake.
Already 12 years, Still only 12 years.
On the day of the earthquake, I clearly remember where I was at that moment.
I can’t forget it.
Nagatacho politician’s office, 12th floor of the building.
The elevator, of course, did not move, so I walked down from the 12th floor.
The young driver of the pick-up at that time climbed up and came to pick me up.
Thanks to that staff member, I was able to get out of the building and drive back to Ginza.
I wonder where that young staff is working right now.
I haven’t been able to remember him lately.
What was I doing the day before that fateful day?
March 10th is Thursday.
Naturally, I think I was working at the Ginza office as usual.
But I don’t remember anything specific.
That’s what it is.
A normal daily life is suddenly attacked and the daily life is broken.
Since that day, I have been fighting for the next day of the greatest earthquake disaster in the Tokyo metropolitan area.
Forever, the preparations for interception cannot be completed.
I still get scared every day.
Even if I only have one day left in my life today, I want to do my best to live my life as a member of Koyama until the very end.
I have never lost that strong will.
Pulse oximeter 97/98/98
Body temperature 36.0 Blood sugar 212
Live in the present and pray Representative Yasunari Koyama