Yesterday, for the first time since late this April, I visited my mother's. My father died at the age of 83 late last August and she lives alone at her own house, which was built thirteen years ago. As always, she prepared some of my favourite dishes especially for me to make me satisfied. One of them - curry and rice - was excellent and I even had a second helping.
While having dinner, Mom and I chatted about this and that and this time I told her about the horrible prediction and about my intention of leaving Japan for Germany to avoid the risk of being killed with 80 million people in Japan. When I suggested that she should get a passport and fly with me, she said:
'What are you talking about, my son? Have you gone mad? I'm sure such a stupid thing will never happen. If you really want to fly overseas, then fly alone. I'll remain here in Japan till the end of my life and if the tsunami came to Japan and I got drowned, then so be it. Say no more about the prediction. OK?'
This way I tried my best to persuade her to decide to leave Japan with me early next July, but in vain. Yeah, as they say, you can take a horse to water, but you cannot make him drink....