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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ゲームでないと体験できないものをプレイして

考えが変わりました。

ゲーム最高

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2023-06-25

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アド街(与野回)見てたら「kiss of death」がかかったので、これ、誰の曲だっけ?と思って検索

Dokkenの曲なんだが、それよりも上位候補として中島美嘉のやつが出てきた。ダリフラの曲

しらねえ

kiss of deathはDokken

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CAi2R9NxMnU&t=2s

このいにしえ感、たまらんわ

80年代なのかな?

80年代 HRは良いよなー。元気が出るわ

ゆっくりだし、うるさすぎないし、メロディアスだし。vo.も「低」より「高」を重視してる

アニメとの親和性も高いと思うので、是非とも80年代 90年代 HR/HMを主題歌に使って欲しいっすわー

そんで日本だけでそこに回帰していったら良いなと思う。海外で流行るシティーポップみてえに

(70年代 HRはなんか…格好良すぎるのでアニメを選ぶだろうなあ。かなり深刻な感じで雰囲気有りすぎる作品に合うかもな)

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■ネットに飽きたら日本語を捨てよ　

＞ネットがもうどこを見てもつまらん

https://anond.hatelabo.jp/20230506002819

「ネットの中心が「老人たちの噂話」になっていてあーヤダヤダ」とかもそうだが、日本語のネット圏ってなんかパターン化されてるんだよ。それはSEOなどのPV攫う方法論と日本特有の隣組的監視で。

そこで英語deネットだ。

英語ってアメリカとイギリスのコンテンツを見る言語だと思ってない？

そうじゃないんだ。英語を使うのは、インドネシア人、ブラジル人、フランス人、ドイツ人、ケニア人、中国人、台湾人、ロシア人、ベトナム人…要するに世界中の人間だ。例外は日本人くらいだ。

リンガ・フランカってことよ。

特におススメはYoutubeだ。日本語でようつべ見るとどれも同じノリの動画ばかりが並ぶじゃない？

でも英語でアクセスすると全然違うのだ。しゃべりや行動に合わせて「ポコン」とか「ドドーン」とかのウザイ SEが入る事もない。

日本語のYoutubeがダルイ原因の一つに10分引き伸ばしがある。動画の長さが10分超えると広告を入れられる数が増えるので収益アップする。そこで10分までダラダラ引き伸ばす手法が一般的なのだ。

だが海外動画では10分に至らなくてもぱっと切ってしまう動画が多いからダラダラ感が余りない。

もう一つの利点が広告で、日本語 Youtubeだと結構程度の低い広告が目立ってオワタ感があるなーとか言われてるが、英語だとそうじゃなくなるのだ。

因みに接続元が日本の場合、英語の広告になるという事は少なくて日本語広告が流れるが、大手企業のものが多い。あとゲームアプリの広告。　

英語むずいんじゃ？

そこで字幕ですよ。Yutubeの字幕エンジンは日本語の聞き取りはてんでダメだが、英語ならきっちり文字おこししてくれる。

それを日本語字幕で見ればいいのだ。

また、ネイティブ（とくにアメリカ人）の英語は聞き取りが難しいが、他言語圏の非ネイティブ英語はめっちゃ聞き取りがしやすい。リンガ・フランカの特徴だ。

やり方はYoutube右上のアカウントアイコン→言語→英語、とするだけ。ロケーション→USAとやってもいいが大して効果はない。

そして英語の動画を再生する。

するとその動画を元にリコメンドが並ぶ→好きなのを再生→リコメンドの繰り返し。既存のチャンネル登録を解除する必要もない。

日本語の動画を見ると日本語動画のリコメンドが増えるので、そしたら英語動画を再生してリセットさせればいい。見ずに裏で流してるだけでもOK。

最後に増田の登録してるチャンネルから幾つか紹介するから参考にして。

・ElectroBOOM　https://www.youtube.com/@ElectroBOOM

カナダのイチケン。中東系移民の濃いおっさんが電気の実験しながら技術解説して感電したり感電したり感電したりする。

・Sheet Music Boss　https://www.youtube.com/@SheetMusicBoss

ピアノ譜面を作成して演奏しているチャンネル。毎日公開。時々RUSH Eとかの大ブームを引き起こす。

・Adam Savage’s Tested　https://www.youtube.com/testedcom

「怪しい伝説」で有名なSFX エンジニア、アダム・サベジのチャンネル。最近ちょっと元気がない。

・ ahmad arif 29 　https://www.youtube.com/@ahmadarif29

インドネシアのサトウキビ鉄道のチャンネル。放置されて線路がなくなり、廃線を通り越してただの道路や森になっているところに無理に機関車を走らせて重量と鉄車輪の面圧の暴力で鉄路を復活させる。バキバキとヤシの木やバナナの木をなぎ倒して行くところなどが圧巻。勝手に線路の上にアスファルト舗装されたところも面圧蹂躙で舗装を砕いていく。線路上に貨車があって通れないところは人力で貨車をひっくり返して進む。

・Linguoer?mechanic　https://www.youtube.com/@linguoermechanic

女性がガラクタ機械をレストアするチャンネル。ロケーション USAって書いてあるがどう見ても中国奥地。

・Hydraulic Press Channel　ttps://www.youtube.com/@HydraulicPressChannel

有名だが。フィンランド人夫婦が油圧プレスであらゆるものを破壊していく。紙やベアリングを破壊した時の爆発が名物。

・Grand Illusions　ttps://www.youtube.com/@grandillusions

英国のおっさんが色んなオモチャの実演をする。物理オモチャなど風変りのものばかりなので興味深い。

・Red Dead Restoration　ttps://www.youtube.com/@RedDeadRestoration

腕時計のレストア。細かい仕事を丁寧に続ける。

・Vinheteiro　ttps://www.youtube.com/@Lord_Vinheteiro

決して笑わない音楽の先生。使用楽器は数千万のピアノから数百年前のハープシコードから絶叫アヒルまで。

・Brick Experiment Channel　ttps://www.youtube.com/@BrickExperimentChannel

レゴで複雑な機構を作り続ける。ただ作るのではなく、作成→新たな課題→克服→新たな課題、とプロダクトマネージメントの形で見せる。

・The Slow Mo Guys　ttps://www.youtube.com/@theslowmoguys

超速度カメラで決定的瞬間を撮影。弾丸が強化ガラスを割ってヒビが進行して爆発に至るまでなどこのチャンネルじゃなきゃ見れない。

・木根 Mugen Woong　ttps://www.youtube.com/@mugenwoong

マレーシアの彫刻盆栽師。ジオラマと日本の盆栽を合わせたような緻密な作品を作る過程。

・Primitive Technology　ttps://www.youtube.com/@primitivetechnology9550

原始人となって自然にあるものから家や道具、製鉄までを作る工程を見せる。登録 1000万人の大人気原始人。なろう系IRL。

・TopSpeedGermany　ttps://www.youtube.com/topspeedgermany

様々な車でひたすら最高速チャレンジ＠アウトバーン。停止時に時速250kmで抜かれたフェラーリをテスラモデル3で追いかけ40秒で追いつく動画は驚愕する。

・my mechanics　ttps://www.youtube.com/@mymechanics

人気ジャンルの道具レストアチャンネルだが、クオリティが異常に高い。完全な新品に仕上げる。

・Practical Engineering　ttps://www.youtube.com/@PracticalEngineeringChannel

主に土木に関して、事故の原因や土木物構造、仕組み。技術を解説するチャンネル。ゆっくり動画なんかよりいいぞ。

・HAHNS ATELIER　ttps://www.youtube.com/@HahnsAtelier

韓国の革工房。映像の撮り方がよく、音声もASMRで非常に気持ちのいい動画になっている。パンチで革を叩き切る音が特にいい。

もう一つの利点は、こういう動画群を見ているとネトフリのファン動画も出てくるようになってきて、それで面白い番組が知れるって事もある。

「love robots and death」の「jibaro」なんかはマジですごいのだが、Youtubeでのおすすめで出て来ないと知れなかったような番組だ。

Permalink | 記事への反応(0) | 18:28

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