The new year is well and truly started, and everyone is back at work. At least, the people who still have jobs are back at work.
Then this happens.
You show up at the job site sharply by 8 AM. You power up your back hoe. You dig into the construction site, and blam!
Who knew an old land mine from your grandfather's war would choose that very moment to blow up in your face?
This happened in Itoman yesterday.
Wars are easy to start. They are impossible to finish.
Okinawa Looks Like This
Peaceful: a beautiful place for a walk
自己紹介
- Chura
- Born and raised in the USA (NJ), I’ve spent most of my adult life in Japan. One of my favorite places in Japan is Okinawa. To me, Okinawa is a land of stories and an island of music, magic and mystery. The music is shima-uta, songs sung to the rhythm of a three-stringed lute called a sanshin. The magic is in the colors of land, sea and sky. The mystery? Mystery begins where the line between legend and verifiable human memories begins to blur. I am a member of the Archaeological Institute of America, chapter chief of a sanshin study society, and a founding member of the Marine Culture Research Association of Okinawa.