Hey dear readers, I won't be around for a couple of days, so there may be no entries until next week. In the meantime, though, you've got to get a load of this:Imagine that your name is Tsutomu Yamaguchi: you live in, let's say Japan around 1945, and then one day in August you go on a little business trip to Hiroshima. Yeah, you can imagine what happens next. Not good.
But here's where the story gets interesting: probably thinking "holy shit, I'd better get the hell out of this apocalyptic nightmare," Mr. Yamaguchi decided to take the first train home, which is in... Nagasaki. And now you can imagine what happened next.
The odd thing is that the man survived, and just passed away last year. Anyway, here's Stephen Fry and friends relating the story and adding a little humor to it
The great thing about him was that he wasn't embittered by the experience, or even against the people who dropped the bombs.
Instead, he spent a considerable part of his later years advocating for international nuclear disarmament "because of what it does to the dignity of human beings."
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