Fiction Complex Absurdity: Don’t Forget Fukushima: Ms. Kameya



I invited John and his wife, Ms. M to the antinuclear tent village occupying on the corner of the Ministry of Economy, Trade, and Industry which has promoted nuclear power plants in Japan.

We talked each other in front of the tents. Ms. Kameya, looked in her 80s, came to us and stood in front of John’s camcorder. Before our greeting, she naturally started to talk to us.

She was ordered to leave home in no time at the day of the nuclear accident. She went to the asylum with a few belongings, then moved to her relatives, and eventually to Tokyo to rent an accommodation for evacuees.

I was glad to interpret her Japanese in English, but I stammered a lot. “She has li-li-lived in Ham-m-m-Hamamatsucho in T-t-t-t-Tokyo.” I regretted my doing but I could not stop myself because I said “I interpret.”

Her story was long, long, and long because the government, local governments, the utility of the nuclear plant, and the media have been doing wrong a lot.

Until now, I have seen her many times at the courts, meetings, and gatherings, and even on YouTube. She became an aggressive activist. She appears on the photo of the newspaper today, on March 3, 2016. She is a main performer to show the handout that was created by her and says “bring back my hometown Futaba” on that photo.