a French woman in her thirties came to Hiroshima. She is an actress.
This time it was a film about peace. Everyone came to Hiroshima to photograph peace.
Hiroshima is a city resurrected from the ashes. In Hiroshima, nothing is meaningless.
On the eve of her return to France, she met a Japanese man.
Men have families and children. French women have husbands and two children.
But they met in Hiroshima. Only in Hiroshima.
More
hopeless than if it happened in any other city in the world, any place that was not preserved by death .
The lingering all night was more like a dying struggle.
They talked about Hiroshima. Talk about war and death.
During sex, talk about explosions and ruins.
I went to the museum in Hiroshima four times. I saw people walking there. People pondered, wandering in front of groups of photos and replicas. Because there is nothing else, I had to wander in front of groups of photos and reproductions. As there was nothing else, I had to linger in front of some instructions. Because there is nothing else.
I observe people who visit. I myself stared at a piece of iron thoughtfully. A piece of charred iron. A piece of broken iron. A piece of iron that has become as fragile as flesh. I also saw clusters of pancakes, who would have thought of all this before? The fluttering human skin seems to be alive and suffering. And stones. Burnt stone. Bursting stone. And the hair that I don't know who is falling out. The woman in Hiroshima woke up in the morning to find that all her hair was falling out.
Women are capable of giving birth to deformed babies and even to monsters. However, it all goes on.
Men are at risk of losing their fertility, however, it all goes on.
Rain is scary.
Atomic ash falls into the Pacific Ocean.
The waters of the Pacific Ocean can kill people.
Some fishermen fishing in the Pacific have died.
Food is also heart palpitating.
People throw away food from city after city.
The whole city was outraged.
Many cities are outraged.
Two hundred thousand people were killed. Eighty thousand people were injured. It only happened in nine seconds.
The ground temperature reaches 10,000 degrees, like 10,000 suns.
Asphalt can also burn. Everything will be in chaos.
The whole city was lifted from the ground and fell to ashes...
She said she saw what Hiroshima went through.
In this atomic bombed Hiroshima, a French woman and a Japanese man.
They meet, make love, and say goodbye.
It's like a woman's love in Nevers with a German soldier who invaded France when she was young.
In Nevers, she used to be mad. Talking about the past is like talking about death.
In 1944, the woman was twenty years old. She was shaved in her hometown of Navel and paraded through the streets.
Because she fell in love with a German soldier. In 1944, Germany was in the war of aggression against France.
It was her first love, a love without light.
That soldier died in the war, after France had won.
In a few years, when I forget about you, when the power of habit allows me to have another experience like this. I will think of you as I think of forgotten love. I will recall the experience like a horrific oblivion.
Her: Hiroshima's night, doesn't it have an end?
Him: The night in Hiroshima never ends.
She: I like it...like a city where people are awake day and night...
when she leaves, she wanders around the city.
A man followed her like a stranger he had never met before.
He finally spoke. Please stay. Stay in Hiroshima. stay with me.
She refused. The man didn't insist any longer. Fate is set.
Leave. escape. forget.
Her: Leave me alone.
He: It's not bright yet...
She: It's not bright yet. Maybe we won't see each other again until we die.
We sincerely weep the days gone by.
We have nothing to do but weep the passing day.
Time goes by. Only time has passed.
Time will come again.
The time comes when we no longer know what brings us together.
The word will slowly be wiped from our memory.
At last. It disappears completely.
Duras said it was indeed love. But they can only choose to remain silent in this love.
Love has long been abandoned in the oblivion that belongs to Navel.
Hiroshima. navel.
They don't know each other's names.
Hiroshima, this is your name.
And your name is Neville, French Neville.
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