It rains this morning. Strong wind blows. It is relatively cool morning.
The ancestor of the current human moved from Africa to each place in the Pleistocene age. And the people repeated war and plunder and made countries.
And it continues now.
The countries of each time of yore do not exist anymore. And the people who participated in the war of yore do not exist.
We must not become emotional.
We must not get sentimental.
We must live.
A chain of the war is a chain of the death. And it is a chain of the revenge and a chain of the hatred.
We must cut off the chain by our generation somehow.
For the next generation.
Nekogahora rues de Nagoya et Yokohama Atsugi promenade
