Going to Japan, I was apprehensive about earthquakes.
Honestly, even if Xim claims to have felt a Tokyo, while Lô and I were sleeping, I did not feel anything. I have not even been convinced by the movement of cups of tea on the 11th floor of Kyoto Station, on the last day.
It was not until at home that I felt an earthquake last night around 21h30.
I wondered why Xim was moving the sofa like that, before I realized that the leaves of Spathiphyllum were dancing strangely. It must have lasted twenty seconds.
We looked with Xim, appreciating the irony.