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はてなキーワード: brotherとは
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.
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 visitors 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 palpitating, my nose running with vertigo, and so on.
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 anyone 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.
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 visitors 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 anymore.
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 fact that their words will be forgotten. My hands shaking, my heart palpitating and dizzy, my nose running with tears, it's nothing compared to the tremendous suffering that was once there and will be forgotten.
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 anyone 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.
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
星たちが輝く
But give no light
でも光を放たない
The world spins backward everyday
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
月はチーズであり
The sun is shining hot and cold
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
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
私の妹は彼
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
川を下りて
歌う海を目指す
「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
「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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
アメリカだって欧州だってレイオフしたら訴訟リスクはあるし現に訴訟されてる
だから実際にはアメリカでもレイオフが無いような安定的職業の方が人気が高い
レイオフされても次の職がすぐ見つかるかどうかは景気次第なところがあって
実際にリーマンの時なんて高給取りがいっぱい野に放たれた
じゃぁなんでこういうレイオフがあんまり問題にならないのかっていうと文化的な側面の方が大きい
例えば「会社＝家族」って考えてるか、「社会＝家族」って考えてるかの文化的な違いがあったりする
会社を家族と捉えてるような日本企業的文化からすると「社員育成」「内部昇格」を当たり前に考えているし
だから解雇したり減給したりすると「家族から追い出された！」っていう風になって問題に捉える人が多い
英語だとbrotherだけど日本語では兄弟っていう風に上下関係に名前が付いているように日本的文化だと年長者が重んじられる
これが会社になると長く居る人ほど立場が上っていう考え方になる
給与が年功序列っていうのもこの辺から考えが来ているし、上司の方が高給とかいうのも同じような考え方だと思う
長く居るほど給与が上がるからクビにはなりたくないし転職もしたくない
加えてこういう文化の上に国が成り立ってるので税制だってそれを引きずっていて
住民税は前年の収入から計算されるのでいきなり大幅な減給されると次の年の税金を払うことができない
こういう、遺伝子に組み込まれている訳ではないが日本社会が延々と紡いできた文化的な側面が給与を上げることを許容しないし
細野不二彦先生はまさに作画の魔術師、さすがの猿飛・グーグーガンモの作者とギャラリーフェイクの作者が一緒とは誰も気づかないだろう
マクロスの「変形の河森」さんと同期らしい
やよいマイラブ - 『週刊少年サンデー』（1980年24号 - 28号）
さすがの猿飛 - 『少年サンデー増刊』（1980年 - 1984年）
どっきりドクター - 『週刊少年サンデー』（1981年 - 1982年）
Gu-Guガンモ - 『週刊少年サンデー』（1982年 - 1985年）
東京探偵団 - 『少年ビッグコミック』（1985年 - 1987年）→『ヤングサンデー』（1987年創刊号 - 8号）
青空ふろっぴぃ - 『週刊少年サンデー』（1985年 - 1986年）
あどりぶシネ倶楽部 - 『ビッグコミックスピリッツ』（1986年）
I'mナム - 『週刊少年サンデー』（1987年1号 - 31号）
ジャッジ - 『アクションBROTHER』（1987年 - 1989年）→『COMICアクションキャラクター』（1990年 - 1991年）
うにばーしてぃBOYS - 『ビッグコミックスピリッツ』（1988年）
BLOW UP! - 『ビッグコミックスペリオール』（1988年21号 - 1989年19号）
バイオ・ハンター - 『月刊コミックバーガー』（1989年 - 1990年）
りざべーしょんプリーズ - 『ビッグコミックスピリッツ』（1989年 - 1991年）
ごめんあそばせ - 『月刊コミックバーガー』（1991年 - 1993年）
愛しのバットマン - 『ビッグコミックスペリオール』（1991年 - 1996年）
熱拳! ムサシ - 『月刊少年キャプテン』（1992年 - 1993年）
太郎 - 『週刊ヤングサンデー』（1992年12号 - 1999年41号）
ギャラリーフェイク[9] - 『ビッグコミックスピリッツ』（1994年 - 2005年、2012年、 2016年）、『ビッグコミック増刊号』（2017年 - 連載中）
幸福の丘ニュータウン - 『ビッグコミック』（1996年 - 1998年）
S.O.S - 『漫画アクション』（1999年 - 2000年）
ビールとメガホン - 『ビッグコミック』（1999年 - 2000年）
タケルヒメ - 『ウルトラジャンプ』（2000年、不定期連載）
キャット・ウォーカー - 『週刊漫画ゴラク』（2001年 - 2002年、不定期連載）
プライズハンターGON - 『週刊ヤングサンデー』（2001年52号 - ）
ザ・スリーパー - 『月刊サンデージェネックス』（2000年 - 2002年）
ダブル・フェイス - 『ビッグコミック』（2003年 - 2011年）
ヤミの乱破 - 『イブニング』→『モアイ』（2003年8号 - 2006年1号、2012年8号 - 2014年2月25日配信分）
電波の城 - 『ビッグコミックスピリッツ』（2006年1号 - 2014年2・3合併号）
アサシンichiyo - 原作担当、漫画：信濃川日出雄、『月刊ヒーローズ』（2013年1月号 - 2015年2月号、不定期連載）
ヒメタク - 『漫画アクション』（2014年15号 - 2016年3月1日号、全2巻）
商人道 - 『ビッグコミックスピリッツ』（2014年30号 - 2015年32号）
いちまつ捕物帳 - 『ビッグコミック』（2014年21号 - 2016年23号）
バディドッグ - 『ビッグコミック』（2017年4号 - 2020年21号）
さすがの猿飛G - 『月刊ヒーローズ』（2017年7月号 - 2019年10月号）※『さすがの猿飛』続編
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.
足を向けて、のあたりはもっと気の利いた慣用句がありそうなものだけど。
A delinquent middle-aged man with a junior high school education shrugged off a preschooler who hadn't yet learned his lesson.
I don't care about that, so don't be a spoiled brat, go apologize to your half-brother.
I can't sleep with my feet turned to the matchmaker who delivered my forgotten belongings to my travel destination in this hard world.
