April 22, 2014
I have six minutes left before my next class. Let's see if I could write one hundred words in five minutes. This morning was mostly boring. Even my own lessons was boring to me. The students were nice about it. They sniggled when I said I have been to Kumammoto. I was talking about the Minamata Disease. "I know half the time you don't believe me when I tell you things, but this time, I really have." They sniggled again. But I was there, in 2005, at Minamata. I went to the museum and I had spoken to the victims.