This is Yamada from Hiroshima Kamuro-Party.
I apologize for talking about myself, but I'm rambling on...
My house in Kamuro is about 20 meters elevation. My mother's body became weak, and thanks to the kindness of the people around us and the kindness of Mr. Kawamura, we were able to live in Mr. Kawamura's house next to Ebisu Shrine.
I had initially planned to organize Kamuro after the third anniversary of my mother's death.
In 2017, when I started to organize the house after my mother passed away, one room was completely empty, and the thought that crossed my mind was, "I'd like to line up and look at about 1,000 books that I have read since I was young." Looking at them, I couldn't bear to throw them away, and I've been doing it ever since.
Around that time, there was no one to take care of the vacant lots around our house (there are four of them), so I started mowing the grass on my own. I go back to Kamuro once a month for about two nights and three days.
Last fall, I was drinking whiskey around 3pm and reading Haruki Murakami's "…Uncertain Walls" when I found myself enveloped in a sense of silence and nostalgia.
"Oh, so this is heaven," the thought flashed through my mind. I don't think Kamuro is heaven, but when I saw the ripples of the ocean, the shades of light and dark, the green of the mountains, and the autumn leaves, I began to think that this was a nice place.
That spring, when I was about to return to Hiroshima, I spoke to a couple of my age who had come for a drive from Yokohama, and they said to me, "It's a quiet and nice place." I replied, "It's just lonely," but these days I wonder if heaven can be reached with just a change of attitude.
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