In Japan she wanted to restore what
people had lost that was less tangible than a house or a business. She would
comb destroyed houses, abandoned lots, and side streets for irreplaceable memories—photographs
carried astray by the waves of the tsunami. After restoring these water damaged
memories she would return them to their rightful owner in return for nothing
more than gratitude. She felt certain that mementos of a happier time build the
foundation for happier times to come.
When she told people of her project
in a few succinct words “next year I’ll be restoring the damaged photographs of
tsunami victims in Japan” she was always guaranteed the admiration and
attention of those around her.
“Wow, what an unique experience”
“That’s so cool; and it’s paid
for?”
“I’ve always wanted to go to Japan”
No one asked her what she would be
doing after that year. She would not have been able to answer that question
with any confidence anyway, so it was better for her that no one asked. Still,
her parents worried and, secretly, she worried. But, determined to soak up all
the experience she could and just live in the moment, she banished all thoughts
of the future from her mind from the moment she set foot in Narita Airport.
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