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One day I went sightseeing to a famous tourist attraction by a large lake with my brother’s family, but there were few visitors due to concerns about cesium contamination. A bored-looking salesclerk was standing in front of the souvenirs shop. I approached him.
“Hey, looks like you have few visitors here.”
“Yeah ! Almost everyone’s keeping away because of cesium pollution. This is just damage caused by rumor, isn’t it? “
“Well, I don’t know exactly whether low levels of cesium are alright or not. Even a small trace of cesium may cause babies and children to get cancer in the future.”
He knitted his brow, sullen, and said, “No, the government said it’s alright!”
I sat on the bench and began talking calmly.
“You are a nice guy, but you trust the government too much. Don’t trust its information blindly. You should protect your children. Some parents are avoiding Fukushima as they want to protect their children.”
“Damn! If that’s true, what about our children in Fukushima? They eat vegetables containing a trace of cesium every day. Will they contract cancer in the future?”
I was silenced by his question.
“Hey, you’re a big city man! We, locals eat many foods containing a trace of cesium, vegetables, fish and meat here in Fukushima. As a result, children in Fukushima will take the worst of it!”
I was stressed by his serious words, but dared to answer.
“Yeah, that’s right! So we must find the best way to help all children including Fukushima’s. We must not sacrifice children in Fukushima at any cost.”
He looked happy but asked with a suspicious look. “Which side are you on, Fukushima’s or the big cities ?”
I turned my eyes toward the lake and spoke the Fukushima dialect quietly.
“Both. I was born in Fukushima and lived here for 18 years until I graduated from high school. But now that I have lived in big cities for 30 years, I can understand both sides.”
He was surprised at my dialect and smiled at me.
“Alright, alright. We must not sacrifice our children in Fukushima. Absolutely not! But I don’t know how to stop it. I can only pray. ”
He looked toward at the big lake. The blue surface was brilliant, the breeze blowing off of it was cool. Everything looked the same as any other summer. But there were no children swimming in the lake or shouting on the beach.
Give it back
Give it back,
Our former Fukushima
Children once played
Outside with their parents.