Hell joke about Hiroshima, Japan

"Hiroshima is here, please get off all passengers!" The fastest train in the world slowly pulled into Hiroshima Station. After the train stopped, a man dressed as a stationmaster of Japan shouted. That must be what his propaganda means. I can't understand what he said, first, because he shouted in Japanese, and second, because my throat choked, and a thousand kinds of sadness came to my mind. What a Japanese railway official said has nothing to do with me. In this land, every step I take, every breath I breathe, is of extraordinary significance to me, far from the experience of any previous trip or interview mission-am I not standing at the crime scene? But the Japanese don't look as sentimental as I do. From the sidewalk outside the station, everything seems to be similar to other cities in Japan. People wearing kimonos pass by people wearing suits and ties; The people who talk to each other look serious, as if unaware of the existence of passers-by. They kept nodding, repeatedly bowing and exchanging greetings to show their respect and gratitude: "Thank you so much". Others use small red phones hanging outside grocery stores and tobacco shops. As soon as the taxi driver saw the passengers, he slammed the door and said "hey, hey" to them. Hay or a word that sounds like hay means yes. "Can you drive me to the city hall?" He looked in the rearview mirror and grinned at me. He quickly said, "hay, hay!" " We drove as fast as we could on the narrow streets of Hiroshima. The tall buildings in this traumatized city flashed before my eyes. We kept wobbling when the driver slammed the steering wheel again and again. I'm beginning to feel that the journey is a bit long. Just then, the taxi suddenly stopped and the driver got off and asked the police for directions. Taxi drivers in Hiroshima, like those in Tokyo, generally know little about their own cities, but in order to save face in front of outsiders, they will not admit their ignorance, and passengers can go wherever they want, no matter how long it takes to find their destination. Fortunately, this episode finally came to an end, and I also went to the resplendent city hall. The receptionist bowed deeply to me, and I showed him the invitation letter sent by the mayor in reply to my interview request. The receptionist breathed a sigh of relief and sounded excited. He told me in English, "sir, that's not in the city hall." The mayor invites you to have dinner with other foreign friends in the floating restaurant tonight. Look, it's here. "He outlined a brief location map for me on the back of the invitation. Thanks to this photo, I found a taxi driver who can take me directly to the Canal Bank. There is a big ship moored by the river, and the roof of the ship looks like the roof of the Japanese. Now that the land price is too expensive, the Japanese are building traditional houses on ships. Old Japanese houses float among beige concrete skyscrapers. This kind of scenery is unique, which is a microcosm of the endless struggle between kimono and miniskirt. At the gate of the restaurant, a beautiful woman dressed in traditional costumes and with delicate makeup like a porcelain doll asked me to take off my shoes. I did, and then I went into a low room in the water tank. I walked carefully on the soft tatami, and I felt embarrassed at the thought of wearing such socks to see the mayor of Hiroshima. The mayor is a tall and thin man with melancholy eyes and a serious expression. Somehow, the strange feeling I had at the train station came back. All I can think about now is the scene of the first atomic bomb exploding. Thousands of people lost their lives in an instant, thousands of people lingered in extreme pain and died slowly, and I am now at the scene of the explosion. After the introduction, I found that most of the people present were Japanese, and it was not easy to ask them why we gathered here. A few Americans and Germans look as embarrassed as I do. "Gentlemen," said the mayor, "I'm glad to have the opportunity to welcome you to Hiroshima. "Everyone bowed deeply, including West Renye Fang; After staying in Japan for three days, their spine became extraordinarily flexible. " Gentlemen, I am honored to entertain you in Hiroshima. "A new bow has begun. With the repeated appearance of the word "Hiroshima", people's faces are getting more and more dignified. The mayor continued: "As we all know, Hiroshima is a well-known city." Everyone muttered, "Yes, yes, of course. "People are getting more and more uneasy." Few other cities can win such a reputation. I am very proud and happy to have the opportunity to welcome you to Hiroshima. Welcome to Hiroshima. This city is famous for its oysters. "Just when I was about to bow my head in approval, this last sentence suddenly made me feel awake and let me get rid of empty and sad thoughts and return to reality." Hiroshima.-Oysters? What about the atomic bomb, suffering and the most inhuman human atrocities? "The mayor continued his speech, talking about the seafood in southern Japan and praising it. I stepped back carefully and walked to the other end of the room, where several people were talking to themselves, ignoring the mayor's speech. "You look confused. "A little Japanese with big glasses said to me." Well, to be honest, I didn't expect Cheng Xiang to talk about oysters here. I thought Hiroshima could still feel the aftermath of the atomic bomb disaster. ""no one talks, and no one wants to talk; This is especially true for people born here or those who have survived the robbery. " "Do you think so?" "I was here at that time, but I was not in the city center. I'm telling you this because I'm almost old. In this oyster city, there are two schools of thought, one wants to preserve the traces of the atomic bomb explosion, the other wants to erase everything, and even the monument erected at the impact point wants to be destroyed; They also want to dismantle the atomic bomb archives. " "Why would they do that?" "Because it hurts everyone, because time is running out, that's why. If you want to write about this city, then even though many people in this city still have visible and invisible scars, please don't forget to write this sentence: This is the happiest city in Japan. " The little Japanese smiled, and his eyes almost became a line under the thick lens. This hospital, like other hospitals, smells of formaldehyde and ether everywhere. In the long corridor, stretchers and wheelchairs are lined up along the wall, and nurses are carrying nickel-plated medical instruments. Any healthy tourist will feel cold when he sees it. The so-called atomic radiation ward is located on the third floor, where there are 17 beds. "I make a living by fishing. I have been here for a long time, more than twenty years. "An old man in Japanese slacks said," What's the matter with you? ""internal injuries. I was in Hiroshima when the atomic bomb exploded and I saw a fireball. But I don't have burns on my face or body. I ran all over the city looking for my missing relatives and friends. I thought I had escaped this robbery for some reason, but then my hair began to fall off and my stomach began to accumulate water. I felt sick. Since then, they have been treating me continuously. "The doctor standing next to me explained the situation of the old man to me and talked about his own views. He said: "We still have several patients here, and they all rely on uninterrupted treatment to maintain their lives; Some people have passed away, either because of serious injuries or suicide. " "Why did they commit suicide?" "Living in this city is a shame. If you have any visible atomic bomb scars, those who have no scars will discriminate against your children; No one will marry the daughter or niece of an atomic bomb victim. Everyone is afraid of genetic diseases that may be caused by radiation. " The old fisherman stared at me, funny but polite. There is a big ball hanging from the patient's head, which is folded by many birds with bright colored paper. I asked, "What is that? ""That's my lucky bird. I escaped from the clutches of death, and every day I live is another day's suffering; Each additional point of this kind of pain means that the day when I am free from suffering is one day closer. I will fold a bird like this every day and add it to the big ball. In this way, I looked at them and secretly thanked the illness for bringing me good luck. This is because, thanks to this disease, I have the opportunity to hone my will. I came out again. Standing outside, I tore my notebook to pieces. There are questions in my notebook that I prepared in advance, which I originally planned to ask when interviewing patients in the atomic radiation ward. One of them is: Do you really think Hiroshima is the most dynamic city in Japan? I have never asked this question, because the answer is in everyone's eyes, and I can see it.