Ten years ago, it is what people gathered when I went to the relatives house of Wakayama's seaside.
It was a cold day in winter, but the dead body rose in the neighboring ocean and the town became a big fuss.
It was a housewife who had been missing since a week ago but it seemed strange that only the left hand was missing and that the rest was still beautiful.
My husband was crying all the while in trouble. But it was three days since then. Her husband's left hand was discovered from his home, she severed her hair and held it in a fridge.
I also held a letter for writing, together there
"what goes around comes around"
It is said that it was written. . .