My wife, Rinko, who had gone to a neighborhood association meeting, gave me information about the camp. It was three days and two nights, and on a weekday... We were laughing about how there was no way anyone would go, when suddenly the intercom rang. The neighborhood association chairman, Ozawa, and Yoshimura were there, barging into the house. Unable to bear seeing us reluctant to participate, Ozawa contacted a superior he was close with to get me to take the day off, and little by little the moat was being filled in. On the day when we decided we had no choice but to go, there was another trap lurking...