They had waited for 15 years, Tomoaki and his wife Yukiko, that child and the clock continues to advance. When, in October, Yukiko Kubota had seen in a positive pregnancy test done at home had fainted. How could they imagine that many other threats were about to move against their dream? As soon as the tremors subsided, Tomoaki ran to join his wife.
"There was no public transport, traffic was blocked, neutral human walking in all directions and I could not communicate with Yukiko." He walked for three hours, to the palace where he worked, his wife, clinging to a blanket. He saw that the building was still standing. He climbed the stairs to the eighth floor of course, tried his wife was not.
Yukiko was crouched under a desk made of steel, living with his belly. They did not say anything. He wrapped her in a blanket and slept huddled together under the desk, all three. THE KITCHEN OF Salaryman Kiyoshi Kanazawa is the prototype of the "salarymanno" drone diligent, employed and salaried employees in a corporate hive.
But with a special post of great responsibility in supervising the kitchen in which the other drones were warming the soba and rice curry in plastic trays for breakfast. In his office, every home or public places, the manual "Instructions in the event of an earthquake" was on the shelves, read and reread at intervals as the compulsory exercises.
He knew everything except one thing that no manual will teach you: panic. When he found himself on the sidewalk, calcined, but alive, still dancing with the ground, he remembered the first, primary education: close the gas in the kitchen. Kiyoshi was reprecipitated into risking his life, he climbed the palace, he returned to the office and closed the gas.
You are not a "salarymanno" for nothing. THE LAST JAPANESE "I am a survivor of the bombing of Tokyo," says CNN Nasuhiro Genda, from its 86 years, and then apologizes, because a Japanese person, especially if older, you should always apologize for being alive . "I went back 65 years." On his crooked legs, but still good has set out towards the Tama River, which now runs a bed of concrete, because it was the little river, the only hope of salvation by phosphorous incendiary bombs dropped by B29.
"Shouted the buckets, pails, young people swarming in all directions, and they looked at me like an old fool, but I knew that this bombing in the pumps stop working." Look, this was not a bomb? interrupts the interviewer. Nasuhiro looks at him with eyes far and smart. "It seemed to me the same thing, excuse me, excuse me a lot." SPENDING IT PAY TOMORROW general store, a supermarket in the village now engulfed by the ocean Rikuzentakata landed on earth, was practically the only building still standing, over a small hump of earth.
The procession of customers, become a procession of refugees in their own homes, began as soon as the water made it possible. Housewives and children, then men, they have diligently emptied of everything from water bottles to freeze-dried ministers, under the gaze of the owners, husband and wife, Kumi, and Toshio Niioka.
None of them have paid nothing, not working registers, credit cards, and there was no way to change accounts and cash. "They took everything but only what they could get the arms," \u200b\u200bsaid the NHK, the state television, perfectly serene. "And I know that this curse will be passed when all will be back in the shop to pay for what they took away." Apologies Chusei Sato watch black mud that swallowed its rice fields, cultivated since he was 20 years, 41 years ago.
"All dead, so please excuse me. The earth will never go back as before. Excuse me." He is the owner of many of those fields and greenhouses as tidy as we have seen being sucked by the advance of foul tide. He saw her when she was 200 meters from his house and he seemed very slow, because the water front had come in first and then dip back.
When he decided to run outside to try to reach a summit was not too late for him but for his family. "I believe that water has engulfed my wife and my son, I'm sorry." THE DRIFT OF THINGS Sakada Satoshi Fukushima has seen everything from a plant, on which he had climbed. He saw his house, two floors with classic microgiardinetto, among the branches of that tree that the photos show how the only thing still standing above the flow of things and sewage.
"I have seen pass in front of the TV, which floats like a surfboard, then the refrigerator, then the bed, then the car, then tables and chairs that ran down the tree under your feet while dancing. It was my life that I spent way before. " Strangely, Satoshi saw the drift of things, but not the people.
"I have not seen my family go, but had to be below the lava, or even inside the house holding on to something, when the water has taken away even that." It was all, look for the words, and then says, in "srow motion", because they confuse the Japanese "r" and "L". Apocalypse in slow motion.
IN ROW FOR THREE "Earthquake, children," announces the voice of the "sensei," teacher, as if announcement made in class "or" snack ". Two hundred students between the first and fifth grade, they move together. Climbing stairs, reaching the flat roof following the "sensei" is arranged in the same order they had in class, those of the first with those of the first and the second with the second, males on one side with their white shirts over trousers blue, the females with their pleated skirts and socks must inside the white tiles.
Teachers make them sing in turn. The largest re-pass some 'math and reading of "kanji", the ideograms. Below them the lava salt, door cars, boats, light poles, almost at the household level of the roof, which is just ten feet tall, the same as the initial wall came from the ocean. They will stay for seven hours on the flat roof, to sing, to revise, to be hostility, until the arrival of military helicopters that will rest on the roof and carried them all.
Of course before the first, then the second .... Breaking the teachers. IN THE MAGIC KINGDOM Mickey has done his part, and how could not he so brave, so selfless. There were 25 000 visitors in the "Disneyland" of Urayasu north of Tokyo when the needles of the "Magic Kingdom" ranged carts and roller coasters have stopped automatically.
In the city's entertainment there were no food, no water, no generators, no buildings left standing. Twenty-five thousand people, most employees, with twelve thousand children are living a dream that could become a nightmare, or vice versa: for two days living in the city of the imagination, eating and sleeping at the expense of the Rat, waiting for public transport share and that may all go home, if you still have a house.
But many children have not wanted to sleep inside the Haunted Mansion. JAPAN, so close Tenno, the "heavenly sovereign" Akihito, was in his beautiful palace, "Kyujo" in the heart of Tokyo, surrounded by cherry trees that are about to bloom. While the ground shake and the wall of water began to start to swallow the earth, the emperor led the ceremony with special recognition to physicians who have shown "special commitment" to their work.
Together with Empress Michiko has honored the old doctors who have distinguished themselves at home and abroad with a short speech. Not a single shock, not a single break have forced a change event. "I am Japanese and I'm not afraid of what I see. I'm afraid of what I see, such as radiation, and this government that lies to make his shady business," writes an anonymous on Facebook.
Japan suddenly seems less distant. 
"There was no public transport, traffic was blocked, neutral human walking in all directions and I could not communicate with Yukiko." He walked for three hours, to the palace where he worked, his wife, clinging to a blanket. He saw that the building was still standing. He climbed the stairs to the eighth floor of course, tried his wife was not.
Yukiko was crouched under a desk made of steel, living with his belly. They did not say anything. He wrapped her in a blanket and slept huddled together under the desk, all three. THE KITCHEN OF Salaryman Kiyoshi Kanazawa is the prototype of the "salarymanno" drone diligent, employed and salaried employees in a corporate hive.
But with a special post of great responsibility in supervising the kitchen in which the other drones were warming the soba and rice curry in plastic trays for breakfast. In his office, every home or public places, the manual "Instructions in the event of an earthquake" was on the shelves, read and reread at intervals as the compulsory exercises.
He knew everything except one thing that no manual will teach you: panic. When he found himself on the sidewalk, calcined, but alive, still dancing with the ground, he remembered the first, primary education: close the gas in the kitchen. Kiyoshi was reprecipitated into risking his life, he climbed the palace, he returned to the office and closed the gas.
You are not a "salarymanno" for nothing. THE LAST JAPANESE "I am a survivor of the bombing of Tokyo," says CNN Nasuhiro Genda, from its 86 years, and then apologizes, because a Japanese person, especially if older, you should always apologize for being alive . "I went back 65 years." On his crooked legs, but still good has set out towards the Tama River, which now runs a bed of concrete, because it was the little river, the only hope of salvation by phosphorous incendiary bombs dropped by B29.
"Shouted the buckets, pails, young people swarming in all directions, and they looked at me like an old fool, but I knew that this bombing in the pumps stop working." Look, this was not a bomb? interrupts the interviewer. Nasuhiro looks at him with eyes far and smart. "It seemed to me the same thing, excuse me, excuse me a lot." SPENDING IT PAY TOMORROW general store, a supermarket in the village now engulfed by the ocean Rikuzentakata landed on earth, was practically the only building still standing, over a small hump of earth.
The procession of customers, become a procession of refugees in their own homes, began as soon as the water made it possible. Housewives and children, then men, they have diligently emptied of everything from water bottles to freeze-dried ministers, under the gaze of the owners, husband and wife, Kumi, and Toshio Niioka.
None of them have paid nothing, not working registers, credit cards, and there was no way to change accounts and cash. "They took everything but only what they could get the arms," \u200b\u200bsaid the NHK, the state television, perfectly serene. "And I know that this curse will be passed when all will be back in the shop to pay for what they took away." Apologies Chusei Sato watch black mud that swallowed its rice fields, cultivated since he was 20 years, 41 years ago.
"All dead, so please excuse me. The earth will never go back as before. Excuse me." He is the owner of many of those fields and greenhouses as tidy as we have seen being sucked by the advance of foul tide. He saw her when she was 200 meters from his house and he seemed very slow, because the water front had come in first and then dip back.
When he decided to run outside to try to reach a summit was not too late for him but for his family. "I believe that water has engulfed my wife and my son, I'm sorry." THE DRIFT OF THINGS Sakada Satoshi Fukushima has seen everything from a plant, on which he had climbed. He saw his house, two floors with classic microgiardinetto, among the branches of that tree that the photos show how the only thing still standing above the flow of things and sewage.
"I have seen pass in front of the TV, which floats like a surfboard, then the refrigerator, then the bed, then the car, then tables and chairs that ran down the tree under your feet while dancing. It was my life that I spent way before. " Strangely, Satoshi saw the drift of things, but not the people.
"I have not seen my family go, but had to be below the lava, or even inside the house holding on to something, when the water has taken away even that." It was all, look for the words, and then says, in "srow motion", because they confuse the Japanese "r" and "L". Apocalypse in slow motion.
IN ROW FOR THREE "Earthquake, children," announces the voice of the "sensei," teacher, as if announcement made in class "or" snack ". Two hundred students between the first and fifth grade, they move together. Climbing stairs, reaching the flat roof following the "sensei" is arranged in the same order they had in class, those of the first with those of the first and the second with the second, males on one side with their white shirts over trousers blue, the females with their pleated skirts and socks must inside the white tiles.
Teachers make them sing in turn. The largest re-pass some 'math and reading of "kanji", the ideograms. Below them the lava salt, door cars, boats, light poles, almost at the household level of the roof, which is just ten feet tall, the same as the initial wall came from the ocean. They will stay for seven hours on the flat roof, to sing, to revise, to be hostility, until the arrival of military helicopters that will rest on the roof and carried them all.
Of course before the first, then the second .... Breaking the teachers. IN THE MAGIC KINGDOM Mickey has done his part, and how could not he so brave, so selfless. There were 25 000 visitors in the "Disneyland" of Urayasu north of Tokyo when the needles of the "Magic Kingdom" ranged carts and roller coasters have stopped automatically.
In the city's entertainment there were no food, no water, no generators, no buildings left standing. Twenty-five thousand people, most employees, with twelve thousand children are living a dream that could become a nightmare, or vice versa: for two days living in the city of the imagination, eating and sleeping at the expense of the Rat, waiting for public transport share and that may all go home, if you still have a house.
But many children have not wanted to sleep inside the Haunted Mansion. JAPAN, so close Tenno, the "heavenly sovereign" Akihito, was in his beautiful palace, "Kyujo" in the heart of Tokyo, surrounded by cherry trees that are about to bloom. While the ground shake and the wall of water began to start to swallow the earth, the emperor led the ceremony with special recognition to physicians who have shown "special commitment" to their work.
Together with Empress Michiko has honored the old doctors who have distinguished themselves at home and abroad with a short speech. Not a single shock, not a single break have forced a change event. "I am Japanese and I'm not afraid of what I see. I'm afraid of what I see, such as radiation, and this government that lies to make his shady business," writes an anonymous on Facebook.
Japan suddenly seems less distant.
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