the Hiroshima Museum
 
Wandering around Hiroshima, you'd never know the city was 
oblitered at the end of WWII, until you approach ground zero, 
an island between two rivers where the familar skeleton of the 
former City Hall stands. The museum is nearby, one of many features 
in Peace Park, and I've heard a lot about it, so was curious to 
visit -- unfortunately, I arrived with only about a half-hour until 
closing, but there was enough time to dash through and take 
some pictures. 
 
 
 
One of the first displays you encounter are a couple of city models, 
the center of town inside a ring, one before and one after. A little 
red ball is suspended above after's ground zero. I didn't snap a worthy 
enough photo of these, but wanted to include a detail to show City 
Hall (and its neighborhood) as it appeared before. Now, on local maps, 
its designation is simply Atom Bomb Dome. Peace Park fills the island 
in front of it, across the river. 
The museum has a couple of tactile displays which observers are 
invited to touch -- ceramic roof tiles, their glaze rendered bubbly 
from the heat; and here, melted bottles. 
  
 
I'd read the 
story of Sadako, and found cranes she'd folded among the displays. 
These were small, the size of a coin -- said she often used 
wrapping paper since real origami paper was so scarce. 
  
I hadn't heard they were in the museum, but it makes sense.  
  
 
The most horrifying things on display (to me) were any 
number of aftermath descriptins and drawings by survivors, 
as well as some photos of the mushroom cloud, taken from 
below. An interesting counterpoint to the big picture was 
how the museum is in two buildings, connected by a flying 
bridge, lined with windows -- for some reason, walking 
through it, I was suddenly reminded of being inside the 
memorial 
structure atop the Arizona, in Pearl Harbor -- physically 
similar structures, brackets to America's role in the great Pacific War.
 
  
After passing through the tunnel, one reaches the exhibit 
I've heard the most about. There weren't as many of these 
gruesome wax figures of victims with melting flesh as 
I was expecting -- just one diorama, and my apologies, 
the picture isn't very good, the lighting was dim; 
flickering, red illumination. 
 
  
Just opposite was this full-scale 'Little Boy' model, over a display 
detailing how it worked, with specifications. 
 
  
Back outside, on the nearby bridge, youthful, sincere 
Japanese were playing guitars and singing songs of peace. 
Across the way I found this angel, draped with 
thousands of origami cranes.
 
 
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