after the crossing intersection, a homeless guy hugs me.
it has occurred abruptly, but i don't know why, came up the feeling like home with tender nostalgia, i couldn't do anything, leave everything as it was.
tears sprang to my eyes, without being aware of it.

homeless was crying also.

it seems like strange accident which appeared suddenly on the street,
passers gaze them quizzically.

ok, i know, they are homeless and japanese.
very questionable relationship obviously, and moreover,
they both are crying, on the street, in the daytime.

'the tragedy which happens under another sky'
always emphasize the mediocrity of the days.

the world is super normal like tender despair.
even as usual, it will be changed slowly and carefully in big terms of the history,
but still people are crying and laughing like everyday.

even so, human beings are still try to imagine, as much as they can.
german and european friends call me everyday,
and the guy who just spent the hard time without food,
hugs and cried for japanese with naked heart.

we are here in berlin.

we are thinking, thinking about you.


i express my deepest condolences from my heart to all the people who has lost the one which loved in this disaster.


i pray for japan, with love, respect and believe,
until the day when japan will surprise all over the world again,
with his, with her craziness, courage, sincerity and strength.



satoshi okamoto