For me, there is nothing more gut wrenching, soul sucker-punching, than hearing the stories of Japanese A-bomb survivors. It just twists up my insides and invisibly chokes me like no other. This past August marked the 64th anniversary of the bombings of Nagasaki & Hiroshima. I sat in a hotel room curled up in a ball, biting my pillow, while watching specials on the History channel.The atomic bomb detonation was described as a brilliant light, "pika" followed by a thunderous blast, “don.”
It's sad and so selfish to say, that most of the survivors now are slowly disappearing, and for this, I am somewhat relieved. Relieved that they will finally experience some peace, also relieved not to have such a grisly reminder of what humans are capable of doing to other humans. The saddest thing of all is instead of being honored and admired by their fellow citizens, survivors are shunned and cast aside.
Can't even begin to imagine dealing with horrific scenes and pain they've witnessed, felt. The are made of a stronger substance than I. Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy...
Hiroko Yoshida (then, 18) was exposed to the A-bomb in Ote-machi where she was trapped under her collapsed house. She crawled out of the rubble with her younger brother Yusaku (then, 6), and they fled barefoot toward the suburbs from a city bursting into flame.
Nobuko Oshita (then 13) was a first-year student at First Hiroshima Prefectual Girls High School. She was exposed to the bomb at her building demolition work site and fled to Koi. There she was found by relief corps workers, who returned her to her parents in Otake. She died late that night. She sewed this summer uniform herself.
TAKAKURA Akiko 高蔵 信子 (たかくらあきこ)A woman driven by unbearable thirst trying to catch black raindrops in her mouth.喉が渇き黒い雨を口で受ける女性Year of Birth: 1925 \ Age at time of blast: 19 \ Age when image created: 49Date of image depicted: 1945/8/6Distance from hypocenter in meters: 270