The worm in my stomach today was the immense pang of wanting to return to Japan. (again).

I'm sure everyone has the feeling of wanting to claim back the life on exchange. Back to the exciting yet familiar surroundings, leisurely yet constructive activities and 'without a doubt' (quoting Mr. TV star on Danish channel XYZ), back to the posse from all walks of life. Honestly, they taught me more than professors seemed to be able to. But with the repetitive reference to Japan's plight in traditional and social media combined, the reasons for missing the place that people now shun, have been taken to a whole new level.

Praying for Japan doesn't seem to be enough. How can we empathise while we sit on our thrones of sanctuary and high chairs of relativism, where our best understanding can only be a vicarious disposition, twice removed? Yep, maybe we can just buy some Koi bubble tea and contribute to the fund-raising efforts. Hu-rray.

I still love my Japan.