To Write about Good Things...

To write about good things I shall write about our prefectural elections.
In this year's Aichi elections I got involved rather unexpectedly as I went to see Hide working in Hisa`s Thai Massage parlour and Renchan who was there asked me whether I had a sewing machine.
Thus it was that being 25 years old, in the bloom of my youth and not allowed to vote myself, I was all of a sudden voluntarily spending the exciting Friday night in an election office among a bunch of enthusiastic over middle aged activists sewing flags that we were to paint with slogans in the manner of Love, Peace and Let's change the world! Hurray!
Spending the first parts of the following nights at the election office and the second parts at the boys' house trying hard not to not sleep, there was no rest for the body nor the mind, everyday work was topped up with persevering cold and my snotty nose and a chanson voice were there in the spotlight of our parades to charm the potential Ishida electors.

It was wonderful!!! We made banners, we made flags, we made stones (Ishida-san; ishi=stone), we drank immense amounts of coffee and ate very believable amounts of snacky crap, talked rubbish to each other at three in the morning and did pretend fights with bamboo banner holders, all a result of sleepless nights and foodless over-cafeinated days. And so was the serious political campaign, under the lead of Hisa with all of always eager us, his minions (Renchan-Hanachan-Higucchan-Hidechan-Ayachan-the-old-school; Hiko, Shinji and a lot of others as new additions to the volunteer crowd) tagging along, yes, so did the political campaign change into one grandeur festival sharing positive ideas and strong beliefs in achievable goodness...beating our drums, dancing, singing and laughing aloud we proceeded forward to let people know of an ordinary and so possible a happiness and brightness of future.

Another good thing is that we are back together with Hide...because I am to write about good things now I shall not mention anything about how much fire and ice there was to walk over to get here...all I am going to say is that even though I am so afraid I dont want to think reasonably for some time to come, my soul is charged with greatness, my heart beats trust and I am standing still but strong so I can hold up my dreams.