yoshidamayuko In his homeland, he was a bodyguard for a minister.
At one point, he alerted the police to a location used as a hideout for members of the armed group, the Liberation Tigers of Tamil Eelam (LTTE).
A few days later, while I was away from home, a member of the LTTE came and threatened my parents, saying,
“You reported the location of our people, didn’t you.”
“Where is he? I will kill him if I find him.”
After hearing this, I realized that I was being targeted, and I was horrified that the threats had reached my family.
I could not rely on the police, so I fled by leaving my house, but the LTTE attacks did not end.
While working as a bodyguard, I passed through an unpopular wasteland when the car I was riding in came under fire.
It was obvious that I was the target since the dozen or so cars driving in front of and behind me were safe.
A few years later, the village mosque was bombed.
Six people who were waiting for the results of an election vote died, including my own uncle.
After years of these events, I decided to flee to a foreign country because I felt it was no longer possible to escape domestically.
Many years have passed since I came to Japan, but I still have deep scars from Sri Lanka.
The wound on my arm is painful during the cold winter months and hurts every day when I go to bed.
I have trouble sleeping because of the trauma and sometimes I feel in a daze during the day.
I am sure that terrorists will kill me if I return.
I want to do my best here.
Please help me, people of Japan.
Mr. F is unable to have his photo taken due to attempts on his life, so the photo here is an image. Please note that this story was transcribed by our staff based on Mr. F’s story.