January 2 (Sun.) ~ December 28 (Wed.), 2011
The city of Hiroshima was catastrophically damaged in a single instant due to the detonation of an atomic bomb on August 6, 1945.
People trapped under the rubble cried out for help while others, on the verge of death, ran about trying to flee. Everyone was trying to survive as best as they could.
Amidst such chaos, there were those who helped friends and family, and those who, when stopped by voices crying out for help, desperately tried to free them. There were others who called out to the suffering victims to provide them with vital food and clothing.
There were many persons who worked at first-aid stations, without food or rest, ceaselessly trying to provide care to the victims of the blast.
All the helping hands extended when the victims were severely suffering, such as the rescues even as fires were approaching, the unheralded kindness, and the desperate attempts to provide aid, gave the hopeless victims the will and courage to survive.
This exhibit portrays those who tried to help amidst the devastation through the accounts of personal experiences.
Listen to their hearts and words.
14 related materials
A program on the three screen theater
(3 memoirs, about 12 minutes)
From the memoir (extract)
" I returned to consciousness in a house after I was blown away the moment when the a-bomb exploded. There was so much black smoke that I could not see anything. I spotted a small light after a while. Walking toward where the light was I found an entrance with a lattice door. When I went outside, the narrow road was filled with scattered roof tiles. People could hardly walk, crying. Adults and children were bleeding and the skin on their faces was peeling and hanging down. Some people had blisters on all over their backs, arms and legs and were running about in confusion.
I followed people without knowing what to do. "
written by Kyouko Minami
"When I said to him, "Please help me, help me," he took the scattered debris off of me and extended his hand to rescue me. As I grabbed his hand, the skin on his hand peeled off. It was like the skin of half-rotten bananas being striped off in a moment. The feeling was so unpleasant. Then he joined his fingers to mine and managed to pull me out from under the wreckage. After I was rescued I just felt relieved and I was not able to say any words of thanks to him."
written by Emiko Yamanaka