On the 11th, I returned to the island to drop off the New Year's decoration.
I received the news of the death of the 102-year-old mother of a classmate. While I was talking with my classmate, she joined in and told me many things about Kamuro. Even though she spoke a lot, it didn't feel strange at all and I felt her intelligence, so I enjoyed listening to her. In one of her stories, there was an old tale where she jokingly said, "The people of Kamuro live in a mandarin orange warehouse." More than 3,000 people lived on this island. When I think of the houses that once stood on the narrow plots of land that are now vacant...
Previously at the Kamuro Party, when I was drinking and chatting with a person who lived nearby when I was a child, he mentioned the words, "We were poor in the old days, and we had no choice but to work." I suddenly thought that this phrase, "we had no choice but to work," was what gave the Kamuro people their strength. When I entered society, my mother sent me off saying, "Don't worry about money, just work." In fact, apart from eating and sleeping, I have no memories of my parents working. When I first saw my father beating the drums at a Bon Odori festival when I was about 30 years old, I smiled as I recalled his youth.
It was an afternoon with many thoughts running through my mind. I drank some New Year's leftovers while listening to Yoshida Takuro's live performances from 2014 and 2019.
Good news, I received a LINE message from M saying that they have added some copies of the Chugoku Shimbun newspaper and will be able to get them when I return to the island. Happy ending!
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