There lived 31 households when I moved in here, but now there are only three tenants in this temporary housing, I in No.4 building, a 93-year-old man in No.2 building and a blind man in No.1 building. There is also a building that has a communal lavatory, kitchen and bath and it had once been full of life, but it is now deserted, so I am now so sensitive to even a little sound.

Our housing is next to a park and a ground, where people like junior high school students play ball games. Their balls sometimes hit our housing, which always makes me jump in surprise.

My own house that had just been rebuilt was completely destroyed in the earthquake. Because I couldn't afford to reconstruct it again, I had no choice but to stay here in this four-and-a-half mat room where I have lived with joy and sorrow for 4 years. By now I have come to feel attached to this room. Next June I am moving into redevelopment-related public housing and I'd like to give my sincere thanks to this small room that has protected me and I will never forget my days here.

On March 7, in a corner of the park next to our housing we planted some memorial plants under the instruction of a 93-years-old man. They are an apple tree, a few hydrangeas and others. It was carried out with the cooperation of the Nada Medical Co-op. After that we had a good time, inviting those who had once lived in these temporary housing units and tasting 'Oden' ( a Japanese stew) that was served by three housewives who live in the neighborhood.