When the urge is urgent.

Some people can not be stopped.  Not even by earthquakes.  Not even by the threat of nuclear plant melt-downs. 
They have an urge that has to be stilled. Right now.
When the urge is urgent.
The foreign ministry of their country has warned them. Without success.  
Airlines they had booked with, cancelled flights.
They found other air lines and other ways. 
They just had to come. 
Two of them have arrived.  Two are awaited in a few days.

The people I am talking about are two sisters who spent their childhood here, in Japan, and their husbands. 
The sisters left Japan 46 years ago and have not been back since. 
They were the first children I met when I came to this country. 
They were the ones that showed me the neighbourhood that was to become mine.  They were the ones who showed me how to get to school and how to get back.  They were veterans.  They knew everything!  I was new and knew nothing.  They could speak while I had no language.  They were sure of themselves.  I was awestruck and scared.
46 years have passed since then and the situation is turned upside down. 
Now they are "new" while I am the veteran. 
I have language while they only have a few words left of what they once knew. 
I am part of this world while they are reviving what once used to be their world. 
It is a very strange experience.  For both parties.
We laugh and cry and laugh again.

I am deeply happy for our urges.
The urges that got all of us to where we are today.
They, on a visit to their past and
me, having visitors from my past in my present.