parcels and the invisible


There came a parcel from Japan. I so so love those! Especially if there's food inside.

Until this year i felt only joy. And now i can't avoid thinking at least once: „Where has this parcel and the things inside been during their journey?" While (although knowing it better) my idea of Japan has always been a picture of something like green woods behind Kyoto and a deep feeling of 'all is calm and alright', now there's also unease, anxiety of something invisible. I feel ashamed: There are hundreds and thousands of people living their everyday lifes there, every day. Still i can immagine to live in Japan, too, and i still like this thought. But, honestly, it isn't as easy as it was before. Japan, in the consciousness of this world, isn't paradise anymore. Now maybe it needs real love to stick with this injured country.

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