“I can see the shadow of Fukushiima-Daiiachi in the distance. The tips of the cooling towers spike angrily from frothy clouds; great silhouettes of grey against the sky. The station sits on the shoreline one and a half miles away, where the clocks are frozen at four thirty-two – when the wave came. The five metre wall that surrounds the Plant isn’t high enough to be seen from this distance.
The wave was.”
A woman returns to her home in Namie six months after the Japanese tsunami in 2011, in the hopes of recovering a cherished item of her daughter’s from the grip of the past.
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