Daiki: Doesn't the author seem almost jesting?
An-Yi: Well, humor is the salt that helps us digest the horrors of war.
Bhäraté: (pausing, then spitting) To me, war will always have a bitter flavor.

Nagasaki - an art work by T Newfields


There's an ancient ginkgo tree,
vibrant now with verdant leaves,
near a pile of scattered debris,
created another time in history.

From the rubble of this dust heap,
life triumphs as fresh tendrils rise
in a redolent summer breeze.

Nagasaki: just an ordinary city of medium size?
Or testament that, despite many obstacles,
the human spirit manages to thrive?