I am a contemporary dancer ,SHIKO.
I'm 52 years old and people say that I look like being in 40s.
My daughter tole me that.
I don't feel lonely, hardship or sorrow now.
I was ready to die a year and half ago.
I abondoned my children.
They have different fathers.
My mother says she loves my children.
I was not busy with my job.I was good in health.I was not rich.
I wanted to be disturbed by anybody.
I left Japan for Indonesia to do volunteer.
My youngest child cried looking at me.
I told good bye.
I didn't hug or tell good words.
I did all I could do for Indonesia and forgot about my family in Japan.
All I had was only half a million yen to travel Bali to Djakarta.
I made friends. A eight year old child taught me how to speak Indonesian.
Please prepare your hankerchiel,world.
This is the story of comedy , hardship, sorrow and etc.
A book will be published soon in Japan.
I hope you are reading this.
For my peace movement.
One hour hs past since I started writing.
Let's enjoy my time. It is what I chose to do.
Such a mother came back to Japan!
Family was happy? surprised?pucker?
My eighty four mother was right.
I was caught in a cancer.
I started abusing everything after that.
I mailed to my members of WIDIA and children in Indonesia.
I rejected everything.
I wanted to die many time with consciousness of the loser.
I analyzed myself.
I was suffered for bitterness and sorrow.
Somethig happeded in Indonesia is happening now again.
I wanted someone to help me.
There waa a flower.It was a present from my youngest child.
I was looking at it.
I realized suddenly.
I huged my family ,not anyone else.
I abondeded my children twice.
I make my body to learn MAI.
My friend named my dance "MAI of life"
My volunteer spirit is never finished yet.
I do it because nobody does it.