May 23rd 2011
An Aussies' Japan story continued
The day after the catastrophic Japanese earthquake and tsunami struck on March 11 this year Magnetic Times received a fascinating letter from Jim Gaynor, brother of Island resident Margy Gaynor, and resident of northern Honshu near the city of Aomori. Jim described his personal circumstances with a remarkably light and amusing touch. Now we have received a follow-up message, again displaying his engaging and disarming humour, but, this time, Jim and his family are planning to leave.
From the horse truck window I admired a scene of pure country living in northern Japan: water fresh from the mountain snow cascading from a downhill canal into a drinking trough and pouring out a pipe into another canal. A few cups on a shelf nearby. Pure mountain freshness, available in abundance.
Now place a radiation hazard sign in front. Better still, place a cyclone fence around it. It may be contaminated. This is the situation in Japan at the moment. No, thatís not true. There is no sign, or fence. Just the contamination, which may or not be present. It depends on who you want to listen to. According to the government and TEPCO, along with the IAEA, its fine, enjoy it. But Dr Helen Caldicott raves angrily that itís dangerous to touch let alone drink for at least 600 years (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Itr6GDuOOBY&feature=player_embedded).
Are you thirsty? Would you take the chance?
After the double whammy of earthquake and tsunami we lived in a state of petrol rationing, food hoarding, aftershocks and blackouts. Cup noodles were the first to disappear. Then the chips, then almost everything else. Some shops were left with alcohol and condiments. Plenty of salad dressing was available, but no salad. Aftershocks continued, some causing further blackouts. There was a sense of dark euphoria that went through the streets, the same that is enjoyed while watching disaster videos on the screen. The wheels were winding down. I got a snowboard helmet with goggles and ice hockey torso padding ready in the car. What calamity was going to happen next?
After two weeks the trucks started rolling back into town, and chips appeared on the shelves again. I felt relieved that the fundamentals, electricity and gasoline, as well as cup noodles and chocolate, could be taken for granted again. The only problem was Fukushima, but compared to the devastation of the tsunami, it seemed like a trifle. Correcting the situation would be a mere formality, according to the news. And anyway, it was contained, not like Chernobyl. Petrol stations began to open for usual business hours, and finally the rail lines were running according to schedule. My part time wedding job boss called, and I performed a wedding ceremony as the snow melted and the temperature rose to comfortable levels. Birds and rabbits came out and played in the sunshine. The mood on the street returned to business as usual.
Then came the time for reflection and analysis. Foreign news services seemed to enjoy a ghoulish focus on the destruction. The local news kept everything upbeat: all was returning to normal. The highs and lows of popular celebrities became headlines, along with heartfelt stories of families re-uniting after the tsunami and pets being found alive under rubble. To counter this, Facebook entries began to appear, proposing conspiracy theories of diabolic proportions. I have become accustomed to terms such as HAARP (High Frequency Active Auroral Research Program), the New World Order and alien intervention. All these were great stuff, and who knows, maybe the aliens did save Japan from total destruction at the hands of the NWO and the horrifying capabilities of their HAARP machine. Or did the aliens cause this in the first place?
It didnít matter for me then, because I felt safe that we lived in Aomori, at the top end of Honshu Island and out of harms way of anything that could be coming from Fukushima. The wind always blew east, out to the Pacific Ocean, right? The problem was localized, right? Caldicott had her own agenda to pursue, right?
Then I came across a site displaying a forecast of the plume direction not heading neatly out over the ocean but swirling in on itself and spreading out over the entire northern half of Japan. Every day the plume was forecasted over my province, it was raining. And I, at my beloved pile of horse shit, was standing in that rain, and continue to do so, on a daily basis.
Then, that site stopped. The live camera at the Fukushima site stopped. The IAEA daily reports stopped. Then came the news:
"The owner of Japans Fukushima nuclear facility has finally admitted that one of the plants reactors underwent a full meltdown after the tsunami that hit Japan's east Coast two months ago Tepco says" Ė PM, ABC, 12 /05 /2011
Dr. Helen Caldicottís raving now seems to be less exaggerated. And my family will be departing here and relocating to sunny OZ, ASAP. I need to find work. I have completed Journalism units as part of my BA. Any openings?
On the Japanese news service, a dearly-loved actress has passed away from a heart condition.
There is no adrenaline or euphoria associated with Fukushima, only silence.
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