#Frankfurt, Vernissage - Kai Fusayoshi - 女, 19 Mai 2017, ab 19 Uhr und die Ausstellung dauert bis zum 15.07.2017
Café Honyarado, known as the base for civic movements and anti-war campaigns in Kyoto since 1970s, was burned down. The café of gross 120 sqm, also used as the office of the rescue efforts for political prisoners in South Vietnam and South Korea, or of the court cases against indecency charges, became the hub of activities such as poetry-reading by oral poets. It was the symbol of youth counterculture.
I have been centrally involved with this café since its earliest stage. Although I handed over the operation to younger generations sitting back and watching over for a while from “the bubble economy” period until the end of 1990s, I decided to come back with some emotion like indignation as other founders or younger generation started to give it up. Since then, for 15 years, I single-handedly ran this café, wearing poor three hats and bearing the symbol, facing with trilemma and suffering from recession, but worked hard to live up to the expectation of the customers and supporters to “carry a torch” and not to bring the curtain down on its history since the glorious 70s.
Recently, I’ve been looking for a way to pass this café over to my successor, considering it is time to shift to the closing years of my life working as a photographer and a recorder of the history of Honyarado.
Incidentally the owner of this land and property had died and I then knew that new landowner was planning to scrap Honyarado and integrate it into the new building. I strongly opposed the plan and was insisting on doing maintenance work of this premise though it is almost falling apart. I gathered the petition signatures of the supporters from various quarters and was planning to hand them to the new owner.
However, unfortunately, the café caught fire in an unknown cause before dawn of 16th January and over 2million frames of black-and-white photographic negative film I’ve saved for more than 40 years, along with tens of thousands of prints, thousands of copies of more than 40 books I wrote, posters, postcards, my favorite cameras, a hundred and several tens of diaries I’ve kept for 43 years, manuscript of “Youth of Honyarado”, my new book on the pleasant early days that was about to be published, valuable guest books conveying the atmosphere of early days vividly, and thousands of books from my library, were mostly burned down and lost.
I am now at a total loss. I don’t know where to begin with, like compensations to my neighbors who also caught fire and so on.