I remember this March 11, 2011. It was the moment which two Japan would meet and I was at the junction.
A Japan of front, enthusiastic and hardworking, and a Japan, shaken and resigned.
The nuclear power station of Fukushima Dai-ichi is submerged. The Japan closes. My family and I, 250 kilometres away, we look at a sky so blue, worried. Children no longer go to school, play more out…
Cherry go to flowers, but spring festivals will be cancelled.
Lenthousiasme was a party with flowing back of the tidal wave, and the work was too much even for the Japanese. To avoid losing face, it is sailing. Shoganai! (Too bad.)
Well realized images of the years before, on the theme of nuclear waste recycling for a french magazine.
Pour l’instant vous ne risquez pas un coup de soleil, mais plus tard pensez à vous protéger pour éviter de ressembler à un abricot sec.