The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and goodwill, shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother’s keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee.

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2023-08-02

■英訳　about the #Berbenheimer issue

anond:20230801140703

DeepLで勝手に英訳をしてみた。

勝手にごめん。元増田が嫌であれば消す。

Various things that really need to be said about the #Berbenheimer issue

In a discussion about the case, someone raised an objection to "someone who was not a party to the incident, who was not from Nagasaki, and who was not from Hiroshima, complaining about it. Seeing that opinion made me aware of my position, so I will say what I must say.

I was born in Nagasaki and am a third-generation A-bomb survivor.

I say this because I grew up hearing the stories of the A-bomb damage directly from those who suffered from the atomic bombings.

I feel that it is unacceptable for someone like me to speak about the A-bomb damage.

However, there are few A-bomb survivors left, so I will speak up.

In Nagasaki, children grow up hearing stories about the atomic bombing. We were made to sit in the gymnasium of an elementary school in the middle of summer, where there was not even an air conditioner or a fan, and for nearly an hour we were made to listen to stories about the atomic bombing. It was hard for me anyway.

I think it was even more painful for the elderly people who told the stories. But I don't think an elementary school kid could have imagined that. I, too, have forgotten most of the stories I was told. I can only remember one or two at most.

Another thing is that at this time of year, pictures of the victims of the atomic bombing are pasted up in the hallways.

In other parts of the country, these are grotesque images that would cause a fuss from the parents who are always nagging about them.

Recently, even the A-bomb museum has become more gentle in its exhibits, and most of the radical and horrifying exhibits that would have traumatized vis itors have been removed.

I don't know how elementary schools now teach about the A-bomb damage. But when I was in elementary school, there were photos on display.

There was one photo that I just couldn't face as an elementary school student. It was a picture of Taniguchi Sumiteru(谷口稜曄). If you search for it, you can find it. It is a shocking picture, but I would still like you to see it.

I couldn't pass through the hallway where the photo was displayed, so I always took the long way around to another floor to avoid seeing the photo.

My grandfather was under the bomb and went to the burnt ruins of the bomb to look for his sister. I can understand now that he couldn't turn away or go another way.

There would have been a mountain of people still alive and moaning in the ruins of the burnt ruins. There would have been many more who would have died out in agony.

My grandfather walked for miles and miles, towing a rear wheelchair, through the narrow streets of rubble-strewn Nagasaki in search of his sister.

My grandfather was not a child then. But of course there were elementary school children who did the same thing he did. I am not speculating that there were. There were. I heard the story from him, and I still remember it.

A young brother and sister found their father's corpse in the ruins of the fire and burned it themselves. They didn't have enough wood to burn him alive, and when they saw his brain spilling out, they ran away, and that was the last time they ever saw him again.

I can never forget that story I heard when I was a kid, and even now it's painful and painful, my hands are shaking and I'm crying.

I keep wondering how that old man who ran away from his father's brain was able to expose to the public the unimaginably horrible trauma, the scar that will never heal, even after all these years.

Now I think I understand a little.

Why I can't help but talk about my grandfather and the old man now, even as I remember my own trauma.

Because this level of suffering is nothing compared to their words being forgotten.

It's nothing compared to the tremendous suffering that once existed that will be forgotten, like my hands shaking, my heart palpit ating, my nose running with vertigo, and so on.

So maybe it's the same thing.

My grandfather, who went through an unimaginable hell, lived to see his grandchildren born, and met his sister's death in the ruins of the fire.

In other words, my grandfather was one of the happiest people in the ruins of the fire.

My grandfather and that old man were, after all, just people wading in the depths of hell.

I think that the suffering that even people who had experienced unimaginable pain could not imagine was lying like pebbles on the ground in Nagasaki 78 years ago, and no one paid any attention to it.

Their suffering, which I can't even imagine, is nothing compared to the countless, unimaginable suffering they witnessed, which they pretend never happened.

Memories fade inexorably with each passing human mouth. The memories that those people could never allow to be forgotten are almost forgotten.

The tremendous suffering of 78 years ago is mostly gone, never to be recounted.

Those who suffered the most from the atomic bombing died rotting in the ruins of the fire without being able to tell any one about it.

Many of those who saw it with their own eyes kept their mouths shut and took it with them to their graves. Most of those who spoke a few words are still in their graves.

Compared to the words of the old men, my own words are so light. I would rather keep my mouth shut than speak in such light words.

But still, someone has to take over. I realize that even my words, which are so light, are only the top of the voices that are left in this world to carry on the story of the atomic bombing.

I know how it feels to think that I am the only one. Still, I hope that you will not shut your mouth. I know that I have closed my mouth because I thought I shouldn't talk about it, and that is the result.

Sometimes I almost choose to stop imagining the unimaginable suffering and live my life consuming other people's suffering for fun.

I am writing this while I still have some imagination of the suffering of the old people whose voices, faces, and even words I can no longer recall.

Permalink | 記事への反応(0) | 20:00

2023-08-01

■anond:20230801140703

すまん。勝手に翻訳した。拡散はどうするかな。redditとかに投稿するのがいいのか?

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I have seen some posts asking if they should talk about "the case" even though they were not involved in it and were not born in Nagasaki or Hiroshima, and I am a bit aware of it, so I have to say what I have to say. I say this because I was born in Nagasaki, am a third generation atomic bomb survivor, and grew up hearing the stories of those who experienced the atomic bombing firsthand. I know it's a little bit too much for me, but I'm going to say this because there are very few survivors left.

In Nagasaki, children grow up hearing stories about the atomic bombing. They were stuffed into sushi for nearly an hour in the gymnasium of an elementary school in the middle of summer, with no air conditioner or fan, and told stories about the atomic bombing. That was a hard time for me. I think it must have been even harder for the old people who told the stories, but there was no way an elementary school kid could imagine such a thing, and I had forgotten most of the stories I had been told for a long time. I have forgotten most of the stories I was told. I can only remember one or two at most. There is one more hard thing. Every year around this time, a row of grotesque images that would drive the PTA crazy in other areas are prominently displayed in the hallways. These days, I hear that the atomic bomb museum has been bleached out and many of the radical and horrifying exhibits that traumatized vis itors have been taken down. I don't know if they are still there, but they were there when I was in elementary school.

There was one photo that I just couldn't face when I was in elementary school. It is a picture of Sumiteru Taniguchi. If you search for it, you can find it. It is a shocking picture, but I would like you to take a look at it. I couldn't pass through the hallway where the photo was posted, so I always took the long way around to another floor of the school building to avoid seeing the photo.

Now I'm thinking that my grandfather, who headed into the burnt ruins to look for his sister, couldn't have turned away or taken a different path. There would have been a mountain of people still alive and moaning, not just pictures, and a mountain more who would have given up at the end of their suffering. He walked for miles and miles, towing his handcart through the narrow streets of rubble-strewn Nagasaki in search of his sister. My grandfather was not a child at the time, but of course there were children who did similar things. Not that there wouldn't have been. There were. I heard the story from him, and I still remember it. A young brother and sister found their father's body in the ruins of a fire and they burned it. They didn't have enough wood to burn his body, and when they saw the raw brain that spilled out, they ran away and that was the last time they ever saw him any more.

I can never forget the story I heard when I was a kid, and even now it is painful and painful, my hands are shaking and I am crying. I keep wondering how the old man who escaped from that father's brain could have been able to unravel the most horrible trauma imaginable and expose it to the public with scars that will never heal.

Now I think I can understand a little.

The reason I can't help but talk about my grandfather and that old man, even if I have to rehash my own trauma, is that this level of suffering is nothing compared to the fa ct that their words will be forgotten. My hands shaking, my heart palpit ating and dizzy, my nose running with tears, it's nothing compared to the tremendous suffering that was once there and will be forgotten.

So maybe it's the same thing.

My grandfather, who went through an unimaginable hell, lived to see his grandchildren born, and met his sister's death in the ruins of the fire. In other words, my grandfather was one of the happiest people in the ruins of the fire. My grandfather and that old man were, after all, just people wading in the depths of hell. I think that the suffering that even people who had experienced unimaginable pain could not imagine was lying like pebbles in Nagasaki 78 years ago, and no one paid any attention to it. Their suffering, which I can't even imagine, is nothing compared to the countless, tremendous suffering they witnessed, which they pretend never happened.

Memories fade inexorably every time people talk about them. The memories that those people could not allow to be forgotten are now largely forgotten; the tremendous suffering of 78 years ago is mostly gone, never to be recounted again. Those who suffered the most from the atomic bombing died rotting in the ruins of the fire, unable to tell any one about it. Many of those who saw it with their own eyes kept their mouths shut and took it with them to their graves. Most of those who spoke a few words are now under the grave.

Compared to the words of the old men, my own words are so light. I would rather keep my mouth shut than speak in such light words. But still, someone has to take over. I realize that even my words, which are so light, are only the top of the voices that are left in this world to carry on the story of the atomic bombing. I know how it feels to wonder if someone like myself is allowed to speak about this. Still, I hope that you will not shut your mouth. This is the result of our silence.

Sometimes I almost choose to stop imagining the unimaginable suffering and live my life consuming other people's suffering for the fun of it. I am writing this while I still have some imagination of the suffering of the old people whose voices, faces, and even words I can no longer recall.

Translator's note: The original post in Japanese is a response to a post by a Japanese contributor who wondered if he was qualified to speak out on the subject of the A-bomb when he was not from Hiroshima and Nagasaki, but still spoke out about Barbie and the A-bomb. I translated it here because I think it deserves to be read by the world.

Permalink | 記事への反応(2) | 23:26

2023-07-21

■人力曲名 検索 はてな

The Winstons の Amen Brother に似てる曲を探してる

【サンプリングではない】

【元ネタと言われてる Lilies of Field という映画の Amen ではない】

https://youtu.be/GxZuq57_bYM

Amen Brother に歌をそのまま乗せたような曲があったはず。発表は探してる曲のほうが先だったような気がしてる。

Marvin Gaye とか Ink Spots だったような気がしたが、見つからなかった。アーティスト自体はかなり有名だったはず（あるいは1960年代においては有名）。

YouTubeでTopicとして公開されてる曲だった。

Permalink | 記事への反応(0) | 17:10

2023-05-21

■anond:20230521065935

お兄ちゃん	big brother
お兄ちゃま	brother
あにぃ	big bro
お兄様	dear brother
おにいたま	bro-bro
兄上様	brother mine
にいさま	elder brother
アニキ	bro
兄くん	brother darling
兄君さま	beloved brother
兄チャマ	brother dearest
兄や	mon frère
あんちゃん	bud

Permalink | 記事への反応(1) | 08:52

■意訳するのも、もう人間の仕事じゃないんだな

chatgptにこの歌詞をロマンチックに詩的に翻訳してもらった

https://music.oricon.co.jp/php/lyrics/LyricsDisp.php?music=3929926

The singing sea

歌う海音に酔いしれ

The talking trees

話す木々が囁きかけ

A Silent in a noisy way

静かなのに大騒ぎ

The stars are bright

星たちが輝く

But give no light

でも光を放たない

The world spins backward everyday

世界は毎日逆回転

A rainbow rat

虹のネズミと

A checkered cat

チェック模様の猫

Go tail in tail around the road

尾を引っ張りながら道を巡る

The mouse is pleased

ねずみは喜ぶ

The moon is cheese

月はチーズであり

The sun is shining hot and cold

太陽は熱いと寒い光を放つ

A golden bird

黄金の鳥が歌い出す

Today I heard

今日聞いた

Sitting upon a silver branch

銀の枝に座っていた

His little song was very long

その小さな歌は心を打つ

Which made me sad and start to laugh

それが私を悲しくさせ、笑わせた

My sister is he

私の妹は彼

My brother is she

私の兄は彼女

But there is only me in the family

でも家族の中には私だけ

When I grow up

私が大きくなったら

I'll go down

川を下りて

The river to the Singing Sea

歌う海を目指す

Permalink | 記事への反応(0) | 13:30

2023-02-10

■anond:20230210204344

そのセリフ知らなかったけどかっこええやん

BROTHER観てみたくなったわ

ありがとう

Permalink | 記事への反応(0) | 21:19

2023-02-05

■英語学習は絶対に無くならない

「英語の翻訳がAIで高度化すれば英語勉強しなくてよくなるでしょ？」

って言うアホがいまだにはてなーにもいるんだけど

英語学習は絶対に無くならないよ

英語を日本語訳するってのは

「日本語にしたら、一応こんな感じだけど、ただそれは日本語であって英語ではない」

っていう前提が付いてる

例えば物の翻訳ですら困難だ

dogは犬でcatは猫だけど

tunaはマグロでありカツオでもあるから厳密には翻訳できない

brotherやsisterも翻訳できない

これは言語はその土地の文化と密接に関係していてその土地の文化を知らなければ理解できないからだ

日本人はマグロとカツオを明確に分類するが英語圏ではどうでもいいので全部tunaだ

また二本では兄弟はその年齢が大切だが、年齢などどうでも良くて「親戚」ぐらいのニュアンスなのが「brother」だ

こんな感じで全ての動詞や形容詞も簡単に翻訳できるわけではなく

「日本語にしたら一応こんな感じ」

で翻訳してるに過ぎない

だから英語学習はすなわち英語圏の文化を学ぶことであってそれが無くなることはない

Permalink | 記事への反応(3) | 23:46

2023-02-03

■anond:20230203111050

兄弟でパートナー婚！結婚よりパートナーシップ？どうなってるイギリスの結婚制度
https://www.newsweekjapan.jp/stories/woman/2018/11/post-108_1.php

養子に出した娘と実父、再会後に男女関係に子どもまでもうけた2人を逮捕
https://news.livedoor.com/article/detail/14270693/

生き別れた51歳母と32歳の息子再会後に恋に落ちアメリカで波紋
https://news.livedoor.com/article/detail/11396136/

A woman in search of her long-lost mother discovered she had married her own BROTHER.
https://www.mirror.co.uk/news/weird-news/woman-goes-search-long-lost-mum-4002167

はい論破ァ！

Permalink | 記事への反応(1) | 11:11

■anond:20230203102800

兄弟でパートナー婚！結婚よりパートナーシップ？どうなってるイギリスの結婚制度
https://www.newsweekjapan.jp/stories/woman/2018/11/post-108_1.php

養子に出した娘と実父、再会後に男女関係に子どもまでもうけた2人を逮捕
https://news.livedoor.com/article/detail/14270693/

生き別れた51歳母と32歳の息子再会後に恋に落ちアメリカで波紋
https://news.livedoor.com/article/detail/11396136/

A woman in search of her long-lost mother discovered she had married her own BROTHER.
https://www.mirror.co.uk/news/weird-news/woman-goes-search-long-lost-mum-4002167

はい論破ァ！

Permalink | 記事への反応(3) | 10:28

■ブクマカ「近親婚は当事者がいない！」

兄弟でパートナー婚！結婚よりパートナーシップ？どうなってるイギリスの結婚制度
https://www.newsweekjapan.jp/stories/woman/2018/11/post-108_1.php

養子に出した娘と実父、再会後に男女関係に子どもまでもうけた2人を逮捕
https://news.livedoor.com/article/detail/14270693/

生き別れた51歳母と32歳の息子再会後に恋に落ちアメリカで波紋
https://news.livedoor.com/article/detail/11396136/

A woman in search of her long-lost mother discovered she had married her own BROTHER.
https://www.mirror.co.uk/news/weird-news/woman-goes-search-long-lost-mum-4002167

はい論破ァ！

Permalink | 記事への反応(1) | 08:38