Je n'ai pas vraiment les mots aujourd'hui. Alors j'ai repris un texte que j'avais écris sur mon tumbr (http://awishuponapond.tumblr.com) en anglais. Je vous reparlerai probablement de ce triste anniversaire dans quelques jours.
"Memories of Tôkyô.
I often dream about the city. Walking along the small road in the Shitamatchi. Watching the skyscrapers kiss the sky.
And then, i’m remembering the 3 11 11. I’m remembering Fukushima. The refugees.
And my anger about the lies of the Japanese government takes over.
My memories are tainted blue by the tears and the sickness. Protection of the children should always be our priorities.
I’m wishing for a country that only exist in my memories. I cherish those images and those feelings. And i’m still hoping for the wake-up call. Hoping that one day, human life will be more important than money, power, honour, reputation, ego…"