In the start of June, I signed up for the JAR's volunteer program, and thus went up to Iwate and the city of Rikuzentakata to take part in the relief aid that is being given there. I was only able to go up there for two days, but I am very happy to have done it, and to have been able to go up there and help in what little way I could.
Even though they had gotten a far way cleaning up the destruction caused by the tsunami, the city was still pretty much in ruins and we were in for two days of hard work. The first thing that struck me when we entered the city on the first day was that I had never seen anything that had ever come close to the level of destruction that the city had been struck by. Most of the city was not even there anymore, and scattered, desolate buildings among barren fields were the only evidence of the dwellings that had once been there. Piles of junk and stacks of car wrecks marred the scene.
Another feeling hit me when we got to our destination and started working. Here we came into contact with the human side of all this - in the debris and junk we would clean up, we would find evidence of human life - a teddy-bear, a diary, toys etc. And it was a special feeling of reality that washed in over me as we would unearth half-drunk cans of soda and coffee, and find half written diaries with personal dedications and hello's in them.
The normal and busy life of Tokyo and all the problems and worries one had there could not seem further away from me at that point, and not at any time did I feel the need or wish to go back to that reality. In fact, I wish I had the strength or courage to drop everything I have right now, every commitment and deadline, just to go back up and help people, because that was one of the most rewarding feelings I have ever felt.