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Revelation: and out

For five days he had spent the time watching television. Watching in silence those images of collapsed banks and hospitals, shopping streets surrounded by flames, railways and highways ripped to shreds. Sink into the sofa, lips, when Komura spoke to did not answer. It was not even his head yes or no. He even doubted that his voice came. His wife was

Yamagata, and as far as I knew him in the Kobe area had no relatives or friends. Yet all day did not leave the TV for a moment. In any case not in his presence: he had never seen her eat or drink. Do not even go to the bathroom. Short of changing from time to time channel with the remote control was not the slightest movement.

Komura you toast the bread and drink coffee alone before going to work. When he came home, his wife was sitting watching television in the same position in the morning. Given this situation, was preparing something simple with what was in the fridge, and eat dinner without her. When he fell asleep, she was still there watching the news of the night. She was surrounded by a wall of silence. Komura, resigned, even stopped to talk to her.

After five days, a Sunday, when he returned from work at the usual time, his wife was gone.

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A Komura had already happened several times to return from work, not to find his wife at home, but a note on the kitchen table where it had been warned that its for a few days. Even in those cases he had ever complained. He just waited in silence for her return. After a week or ten days, his wife, recovered his balance, he was back home.

But when he left five days after the quake, which had left the letter was written: "I'm not going to come back again."

Haruki Murakami
From: land a UFO at Kushiro
in: All God's children dance

There are things that happen far away, out of you, but they are so large to send in a crisis.

happens.

And then you start to get a lot of questions. Questions about the meaning of life. You wonder if your world, as we know it and live it every day, tomorrow, there was more. If there were more. You, who the fuck would you do? And do not regret all the lost opportunities to date? So it is not worth living with dignity every single moment? But the moment after you've already forgotten, and you're back in your stupid, useless, absurd paranoia.