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.

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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.

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■anond:20230801140703

ai 翻訳

I must talk about various things regarding the Barbie incident.

I saw a post about it from someone who is neither directly involved nor from Nagasaki or Hiroshima, and it made me realize that there are things I must say.

I was born in Nagasaki and grew up listening to stories from the survivors, being a third-generation survivor myself. Most survivors are no longer with us, so I feel compelled to speak up.

In Nagasaki, kids grow up hearing about the atomic bomb. We were packed like sushi in a gymnasium without air conditioning or even fans during the scorching summer, and we listened to stories about the bomb. It was incredibly tough for me.

I imagine it was even harder for the elderly who spoke about their experiences. As a child, I couldn't fully comprehend their pain, and now, I can hardly remember most of the stories I heard. I can only recall one or two.

Every year during this time, gruesome images that would make PTA elsewhere go crazy were displayed in the hallways. I heard that many of the horrifying exhibits that used to traumatize vis itors at the Atomic Bomb Museum have been removed, and the museum has been considerably sanitized. I'm not sure about the current situation, but that's how it was when I was there.

There was one photograph that I could never bear to look at as a child – a picture of Tadashi Taniguchi. You can find it if you search, but it's a shocking image with a viewer discretion warning. Still, I want people to see it.

I couldn't walk down the hallway where that photo was displayed, and I always took a different route, avoiding it so I wouldn't have to see it.

Now, I think of my grandpa who went to the ruins to search for my sister. He couldn't look away or take a different path. The pain must have been unimaginable.

Besides photographs, there were many living people moaning in pain back then, and there must have been even more who succumbed to suffering.

My grandpa walked for miles, pulling a handcart through the debris-laden streets of Nagasaki, searching for my sister.

Even though my grandpa was not a child, I'm sure there were elementary school kids who did similar things. I don't just think they might have been there; they were there. I heard the stories from the people themselves, and I still remember them.

I can't forget the stories I heard as a child, such as the young siblings finding their father's burnt corpse in the ruins and cremating him. They didn't have enough firewood, and their father ended up half-burnt. They ran away after seeing the brain tissue oozing out, and that became their final farewell.

I can never forget those stories I heard as a child, and even now, they still bring pain and suffering, making my hands tremble and tears flow.

I wonder how my grandpa, who ran away from that father's brain tissue, could expose his unimaginable trauma and everlasting scars to the world.

Now, I feel like I understand a little.

Even someone like me, who experienced such unimaginable trauma, has gone through pain that I can't even imagine being compared to being discarded, forgotten, and ignored. Compared to what those people experienced, my suffering means nothing.

My trembling hands and the palpit ations and dizziness I experienced are nothing compared to the tremendous pain that many others went through.

Memories fade irreversibly every time they pass through people's lips. The memories that I couldn't bear to be forgotten are almost forgotten now.

The unimaginable pain that existed 78 years ago has mostly disappeared, and we can no longer pass it on.

The people who suffered the most from the atomic bomb perished in the ruins, rotting away without being able to convey it to anyone.

Even those who saw it with their own eyes mostly took the memories with them to their graves. Most of them are now under the tombstones.

Compared to the words of the elderly, my words seem so light. I think that speaking with such light words would be better than keeping silent, as silence has led to this result.

I feel like I might occasionally choose to stop imagining the unimaginable pain and consume the suffering of others in an amusing way to live on.

Before I forget the pain and suffering of those elderly people, whose faces and voices I can no longer recall, I will leave this here.

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2023-07-29

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独自系

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2023-07-21

■anond:20230719231011

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チャリおすすめ、ダメなら電動キックとか宅配で予め送っちゃうとか

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2023-07-16

■anond:20230715234942

AIR（エロゲ）じゃないの？

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2023-07-08

■7月6日 syrup16g 20th anniversary Tour "Live HELL-SEE"@岡山CRAZYMAMAKINGDOM

いつもの健忘録。自分の為に書いてるので特に読まなくてもいいやつです。ツアーも後半なのでネタバレとか今更感ですが曲名書いてあるので一応注意喚起。

元々6月15日に行く予定にしていたので、延期になった時は頭真っ白と言うか楽しみにしてた分ショックが大きくて中々立ち直れず、でも誰も悪くないし本当に岡山·福岡しか行けないって人に比べたら名古屋を予定していた私が悲しいとか思うのはやっぱ違うし……とか本当一週間ぐらい心乱れたよね…笑振替決まる前にそんなに遠い日取りではなく近しい日取りで決まるんだろうなぁと何となく考えてて、そうなると仕事がシフト制の私は近しい日取りで決まるとほぼ行けないかなと予想はしてたけど、振替え日時出た時思ってたより近々でこれはもう行けないやつだ…と思ってシフト確認したらまさかの休み。これはもう行くしかないのか！？と思いつつも前回の分も合わせて交通費とか出費も痛いし何より次の日、始発の新幹線→仕事直行のハードスケジュール…。でも今度いつシロップがツアー回るか分かんないのにこのチャンスを逃したら絶対後悔する！と思ったのでホテルと新幹線予約して引き返せない様にして、後は無事に公演があるのを祈るのみ…！と言う気持ちでチケットは払い戻さなかった。

6月15日がトラウマになり過ぎて笑ギリギリまで本当にあるのか…？と不安になってたけど無事開催されて良かった…笑初めてCRAZYMAMAKINGDOM行ったけど近くの公園で整列するの斬新。シロップのTシャツを着た人達が粛々と列を成す図が何か面白かった笑そんなに整番良い感じでもなかったんだけど、私が呼び出される付近、本当に番号飛んでて(呼び出しの人が手前で待ってる人に何番ですか？って聞いてその番号以前の方いらっしゃいますかー？って聞くぐらい飛んでた)最初のオフィシャル先行でチケットを買うようなガチファンが沢山来れなくなったんだな…と思って悲しくなってしまった…。こればっかりは仕方がないんだけどね…。全く見えそうもなかったけどとりあえずマキさん側で待つ。

ほぼ定刻でスタート。出てきた時点でマキさん側にいるのに五十嵐さんしか見えず笑何故か五十嵐さんがめちゃくちゃ良く見えたので沢山五十嵐さんを見た笑普段ほとんど見てない(すみません…)からああこんな感じで弾いてるんだとか歌ってるんだとか新鮮でした。途中から前の人が移動したのか分かんないけどマキさんが見えるようになったのでスーパープレーを沢山拝む事が出来ました！！

奇しくも最終日付近に行く事になったんだけど、正直シロップのロングツアー(元々解散前からロングツアーやってる事あまりないけど…)で最終日付近ってあまり良いイメージなくて(五十嵐さんの喉が限界を迎えてるパターンが多い印象)今回も連日の公演だからどうなのかな？と思ってたけど、名古屋より声も出てるし安定感あって何より演奏がめちゃくちゃに良かった…！！名古屋でみた時より演奏と曲がよりブラッシュアップされててアレンジも入ってたりして、本当に失礼な話シロップってそういうイメージ(ツアー中に曲が成長する)なかったので驚いてしまった。マキさんのベースとかめっちゃカッコイイアレンジ入ってたり曲の入り方とか工夫されてたり、バンドだ～って感じがとっても良かった。今が一番バンドとして良い状態なのか伝わってくる演奏というか…上手いこと言えないけど、ツアーで曲が成長するってバンドの醍醐味だと思ってるのでそれをシロップで感じる事が出来るのが単純に嬉しかった。中畑さんもMCで「(ツアーを経て)演奏も良くなってきてる」みたいな話をしてたので同意の気持ちを込めて拍手したらする場面じゃなかったぽくて話の腰を折ってしまったかな…と反省するなど…。

印象に残った曲の感想等。

イエロウの出だしから五十嵐さん気合い入っててお！？って思った。普段見てないからもしかしたらいつもあれぐらい気合い入ってたかもしれんけど…笑

不眠症、名古屋より良い演奏だった。好きな曲なので嬉しい。

末期症状、本当カッコイイな…。マキさんのベースがめっちゃ踊っててはぁ～↑(歓喜)ってなっちゃう笑

ローラメット、入り方ちょっと変わっててカッコ良かった！マキさんのベース最高過ぎる…。

I'm劣勢、入りがめちゃくちゃカッコよくなってた！演奏すっごく良くて頭ブンブンしてしまった…。

正常、めちゃくちゃカッコ良かった〜！！アウトロ前に五十嵐さんのファルセットがあってその後のアウトロが最高に熱くてめっっちゃ良い！！何その演奏！！って思ってたら中畑さんが「今の聴いた？」って言ってて最高でした！！って反応しようと思ったら誰一人反応してなくて躊躇してたら中畑さんも「あれ…？」って苦笑になっててそれを見たマキさんが笑ってた…笑

もったいない、すごい良かったんだけど何故かサビあたりにフロアの電気も明るくなって全然集中出来なかった…笑何でフロアまで明るくなってたのかな…？演出…？

Everseen、めちゃくちゃ良かった。演奏自体が気合い入ってる感じでマキさんのベースが本当…最高過ぎる。この曲、中畑さんが特に気合い入ってる感じした。名古屋ではなかった中畑さんのシャウトも聴けました。

吐く血のベースの入り最高に好き…。名古屋より歌詞飛んでなかったけど最後の辺り普通に飛んでた笑曲終わり？に「名古屋から聴きに来たよー！」って言ってる人がいて「マジか！有言実行…いや俺が言ったのか…？」とブツブツ一人で喋ってて中畑さんとマキさんが笑ってた…笑

パレード、いつ聴いても美しいメロディに心がギュッてなる…。ライブで聴くの最高に良い…。HELL-SEEの曲、バライティに飛びすぎてるなと再現ツアーで改めて感じた。

アンコールは大阪と同じパターンだったみたいで嬉しい！！今までやった全箇所見て一番羨ましい〜！と思ってたセットリストだったので。

モンタージュの出だしのドラムが音めっちゃ大きくて前に立ってた人がビクッ！ってなってた笑やっぱ新譜の曲どれも良い。もっとライブで聴きたい！！

In The Air,In The Error、ライブで聴くのめっちゃ良いよね！！めっちゃ盛り上がりました！一人で！笑この曲の中畑さんのドラムが好きで耳で追ってしまう曲。

Maybe Understood、曲が始まった瞬間、喜んでしまってウネウネしてしまった(気持ち悪る過ぎる) 五十嵐さんのギターが美しい…。大好きな曲。今回のツアーでうつしてとMaybe聴けたの個人的に嬉しかった。

WアンコはI.N.Mからスタートしたんだけど、何か結構ヤバかった(悪い意味で)と私は感じたんだが私だけなのかな…？というかI.N.M結構な回数ライブで聴いてるけど、良いなって思う事がほとんどない…笑曲自体は好きなんだけど…。

変態のマキさんのベースヤバ過ぎた！！カッコ良くてニヤニヤしまくる(マスクしてて良かった)完全にマキさんのベースに意識もっていかれてた。あと中畑さんのハモリが美し過ぎる。

scene through、ドラムが結構走ってる感じがしたけどこれぐらいが気持ち良いな〜と思いながら聴いてた。正直この曲トラウマと言うか聴くと未だに武道館の悲しい気持ちが蘇ってしてしまうので、切なくなってしまった…笑 (まだ引きずってんの！？って感じだけどこの世で一番好きだったバンドが解散するって場面は中々に強烈なものがあった…)なのでめちゃくちゃ盛り上がっててびっくりした。盛り上がる曲なんだと。アウトロ辺りの五十嵐さんのギターカッコが良かった。

もうボロボロですって言いながらギターを降ろさない五十嵐さんとはけていく中畑さん笑マキさんもベースを降ろさず、ステージ上にマキさんと五十嵐さん二人だけという珍しい光景を見た笑マキさんが袖に向かって優しく手招きしてるの見てきゅんとする笑中畑さんが笑顔で戻ってきて、五十嵐さんの「公演延期でご迷惑おかけしたのでごめんなさいの一曲」でテイレベル！！めちゃくちゃ意外な選曲で驚く。中畑さんの雄叫びも聴けてテンションUP！ドラムもベースも最高過ぎ…！！斉藤君はコケて速水がシバかれた。意外な選曲してくれてありがとう…！！

覚えてるMC。記憶力が壊滅的なので間違ってる可能性大。

·中畑さんが「(フロア)明るくなるかな？」って言ってフロアが明るくなって「あ！(明かりがついてフロアが見えた)皆ありがと〜！」って笑顔でお手振りしてるの可愛い過ぎました…。「本当は6月に来る予定だったんだけど、諸事情により延期になりまして…ここでこんな事言ってもなんだけど、もしお友達とか来たかったけど来れなくなっちゃった人がいたらよろしくお伝え下さい」って言ってて悲しくなってしまう…。そうなんだよね、来たくても来れなくなってしまった人が居るんだよな…と。

·暑いねって話題から中畑さんが「皆さん大丈夫ですか？体調悪い人とか…」って話してたらマキさんが「いません！」って食い気味に言ってて中畑さんが「良かった！」って笑ってた…笑

·お客さんからのシロップ最高！に対して五十嵐さん「全然最高じゃないって分かってるんだよ…最高になりてぇんだよ…！！」と自虐？っぽい感じで言ってて昔のシロップのライブを思い出したりした。

·「20年前に出したアルバムですけど、20年前にも聴いてたよって方〜？」って質問にチラホラ手が上がって「俺だけ座っててすみません」って言ってたけど(立たしててすみません的な事も言ってた)私はまだスタンディングのライブ全然イケるのでスタンディングでお願いしますと心の中で思いました笑

·五十嵐さん「昨日しんどいって100回ぐらい言っちゃって帰ってから良くなかったなーと反省したのでこれからは楽しいって言う事にしました。」中畑さん「笑」「楽しいって言ってたらしんどいんだ〜って思って貰えれば…」

今回のライブは名古屋とはまた違った雰囲気で演奏にすごい気迫と一歩間違えれば崩れてしまうようなスレスレの緊迫感があって、シロップ側の熱量が凄まじく凄いライブを今見てるんだって感じがあって特に中畑さんからすごい気合いと言うか気迫を感じた。色々あったけど、無理してでもこの公演に来て良かったと心から思った。結構昔からファンなんだが、まさか今現在が一番バンドとして良い状態になってるなんて思ってもみなかった(何なら一回解散してるしね…)しそれを肌で感じられてるのがすごく嬉しい。ずっと好きで良かった。シロップのメンバーもそこそこいい歳だけど、どんな形でも良いから一日でも長くsyrup16gとして続いて欲しいと心から思う。続いてくれる限りはついていくので…。