and then I learned about the A-bomb.

Hiroshima.

Our stop here was basically for one reason: to check out the Hiroshima Peace Memorial Museum. As it’s situated directly within the Peace Park--- we also stopped by the A-bomb Dome, and the National Peace Memorial hall for A-bomb Victims. Oh, and we ate Okonomiyaki…. yet suddenly, commentary on my tummy’s pleasure-romping seems arrogant, unnecessary, and wholly inappropriate after absorbing (or at least attempting to absorb) the idea of a nuclear bomb destroying over 120,000 people.. 

Let the pictures tell the stories. 

Hiroshima before the bomb.

                                                           Hiroshima after the bomb.

 It's hard to see-- but the tiny structure still standing on the right side of the river is the A-dome. Here it stands today. 

A-bomb dome.

Those who weren't immediately killed were left with severe burns, and skin that melted off.

There was also an exhibit that focused solely on mothers and their children. After the bomb, everyone tried to find their way back home-- to their families. The museum presented horrible testimonies. Family members that only recognized each other by their voices, as their skin had melted off. Mothers who watched their children burn to death under trapped buildings. Children who made it home, only to find the charred skeleton of their parents. Horrible horrible horrible.

The remains of one mother's son.

 I think I'm done writing about this for a while...