This piece of news China detains woman over temple offerings for Japanese war criminals linked to Nanking massacre makes me think of a different story.
In my story, the woman who honored a Japanese war criminal not because some religious belief, but simply because she grew up had been told a story by her parents or grandparents, that during the invasion, a japanese soldier saved their family and helped them flee.
Make no mistake, the story is not to beautify war criminals, I’m just pointing out a possibility, no matter how improbable it seems.
The point being: How do you reconcile the two stories at the same time? the personal one about love and gratitude, a national one about hatred and unforgiveness.
Maybe I am just bored of the reality, and searching in desperate for a different story.