2010年8月25日水曜日

Meanwhile, there is joy in Okinawa

Okinawa loves baseball, and baseball loves her back. The all-Japan high school baseball tournament ended today, and an Okinawa high school won. Congratulations, Konan High School!

2010年8月21日土曜日

A Word on Hiroshima (2)

Here in the village distinguished by the eight pine trees that gave it its name, August is a quiet month. The rice is growing, but not ready for harvest. Nothing is more beautiful than the emerald green of a mature paddy, like the one in the photo, as seen against a cerulean sky. It's hot. A typhoon is on the way--look at the clouds!

The green of the rice and the blue of the sky is the same in August of 2010 as it was in 1945. In the afternoon of August 6, 1945, Toshio S. walked the four kilometers from his house, along a road with rice paddies lining both sides, to the train station in the center of Eight Pines Village. On his back was a small rucksack with a canteen of water, some salted rice balls, and a towel to mop away the sweat that poured from his face.

It was hot. It was quiet. It was just like in the photo, only different.

There was a strange cloud hovering over the city in the far distance, and from that cloud poured black rain. Toshio S. was on his way to Hiroshima City to look for his brother, unaccounted for after leaving his house to go to work in the city center that morning, the day the world's first atomic bomb exploded over Hiroshima City.

Koichi, Toshio's brother, was one of the lucky ones. He died instantly, pelted by a torrent of broken concrete from what, moments before his death, was his office building. It took two days, but Toshio found Koichi,identified the body, and mourned his brother's loss with the rest of his family.

Not lucky were the men, women, and children whose skin was melted from their bodies by the force of the atomic blast. They had no voices, not even to say their own names. They had no faces, no identifying marks, to let others know who they were. They were alive, but with nothing to hold the fluids inside their bodies, they were tortured by a demonic thirst. And there were so many of them. Too many to be helped by people like Toshio, who had a tin of water he gladly gave away, water that leaked away the moment it was swallowed.

On November 12 this year, a peace conference attended by Nobel Peace Prize Laureates will open in Hiroshima. America's most recent Nobel laureate will be in Yokohama for an economic conference around that same time. He is cordially invited to make the hour flight to Hiroshima and let the world know if his country values peace and human life as much as it does economics.

A Word on Hiroshima (1)



A quiet summer day: August in Hiroshima

2010年8月18日水曜日

flowers of fire



Tokyo Bay Fireworks 2010

2010年8月16日月曜日

Summer in the City

The whole world seems hot and getting hotter, and Tokyo is no exception. How does it feel to walk a sun-baked city street together with 700,000 fellow humans, each radiating 98.6 degrees F of heat?

It feels hot, muggy, and totally exhilarating because of what we have just seen: one of Japan's most stupendous displays of fireworks.

Twelve thousand rounds of shooting stars, fiery chrysanthemums, ethereal butterflies and more! They fill the sky over Tokyo Bay, turn the murky water from black to lime and scarlet, and send their colors ricocheting off the glass-sheathed skyscrapers that line the bay's left bank.

This is what I love about Japan. Give them gunpowder, and they will turn it into flowers. It wouldn't be summer in Japan without "hanabi" (flower-fires) festivals.