a day late

“I wandered about in a daze. At one point, I noticed a voice shouting for water. The sound came from a deformed face that looked like a flabby lump of white boiled tofu. My memories of that day fade and are incoherent fragments, but I still hear that man begging for water. I wonder if he forgave the 16-year-old-boy who failed to respond to his dying request.”Hiroshima survivor Satoru Konishi, speaking at a conference on 4 August.

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