Like a novel samurai, we are warriors, committed to facing with our beautifully carved swords, an enemy that surpasses us not only in terms of numbers, but also in terms of weapons.
We are armed with gels, a tissue mask on the face, hope, courage and little else. Well, for most of us, a good wifi connection, Kindle, Amazon Prime and Netflix.
We have all seen on the TV the army's truck loaded with coffins, taking away the dead remains of our loved ones, because there were too many to be dealt with.
The enemy is invisible, the enemy is everywhere, the enemy is among us.
We have tried to barricade, to let the enemy outside siege us. But in the long run, we need to work, so we resigned ourselves to open the gates and go out and fight.
You have to take the tube to go to work, and you have to avoid the enemy, but the enemy is everywhere and the number of trains remained the same.
Some say they might forbid Christmas family reunions, but after what we've seen, we'd rather die at home with our loved ones, than being carried away without bidding adieu, our mortal remains piled in a camouflage truck.
After all, even Samurais did sometimes chose self-disembowelment rather than losing their honor.
After all, we are peasants, not samurai.
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A village that lives under the shadow of a volcano eventually forgets about the volcano. Fear only latest so long before we continue our lives.
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