Hiroshima - The "Liveliest" City in Japan (excerpts)
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“Hiroshima! Everybody off!” That must be what the man in the Japane stationmaster's uniform shouted, as the fastest train in the world slipped to a stop in Hiroshima Station. I did not understand what he was saying. First of all, becau he was shouting in Japane. And condly, becau I had a lump in my throat and a lot of sad thoughts on my mind that had little to do with anything a Nippon railways official might say. The very act of stepping on this soil, in breathing this air of Hiroshima, was for me a far greater adventure than any trip or any reportorial assignment I'd previously taken. Was I not at the scene of the crime?
The Japane crowd did not appear to have the same preoccupations that I had. From the sidewalk outside the station, things emed much the same as in other Japane cities. Little girls and elderly ladies in kimonos rubbed shoulders with teenagers and women in western dress. Serious looking men spoke to one another a
s if they were oblivious of the crowds about them, and bobbed up and down repeatedly in little bows, as they exchanged the ritual formula of gratitude and respect: "Tomo aligato gozayimas." Others were using little red telephones that hung on the facades of grocery stores and tobacco shops.
"Hi! Hi!" said the cab driver, who door popped open at the very sight of a traveler. "Hi", or something that sounds very much like it, means "yes". "Can you take me to City Hall?" He grinned at me in the rear-view mirror and repeated "Hi!" "Hi! ’ We t off at top speed through the narrow streets of Hiroshima. The tall buildings of the martyred city flashed by as we lurched from side to side in respon to the driver's sharp twists of the wheel.
Just as I was beginning to find the ride long, the taxi screeched to a halt, and the driver got out and went over to a policeman to ask the way. As in Tokyo, taxi drivers in Hiroshima often know little of their city, but to avoid loss of face before foreigners, will not admit their ignorance, and will accept any destination without concern for how long it may take them to find it.
At last this intermezzo came to an end, and I found mylf in front of the gigantic City Hall. The usher bowed deeply and heaved a long, almost musical sigh, when I showed him the invitation which the mayor had nt me in respon to my request for an interview. "That is not here, sir," he said in English. "The mayor expects you tonight for dinner with other foreigners on the restaurant boat. See? This is where it is.” He sketched a little map for me on the back of my invitation.
Thanks to his map, I was able to find a taxi driver who could take me straight to the canal embankment , where a sort of barge with a roof like one on a Japane hou was moored . The Japane build their traditional hous on boats when land becomes too expensive. The rather arresting spectacle of little old Japan adrift amid beige concrete skyscrapers is the very symbol of the incessant struggle between the kimono and the miniskirt.
At the door to the restaurant, a stunning, porcelain-faced woman in traditional costume asked me to remove my shoes. This done, I entered one of the low-ceiling
诚信的小故事ed rooms of the little floating hou, treading cautiously on the soft matting and experiencing a twinge of embarrassment at the prospect of meeting the mayor of Hiroshima in my socks.
He was a tall, thin man, sad-eyed and rious. Quite unexpectedly, the strange emotion which had overwhelmed me at the station returned, and I was again crushed by the thought that I now stood on the site of the first atomic bombardment, where thousands upon thousands of people had been slain in one cond, where thousands upon thousands of others had lingered on to die in slow agony .
The introductions were made. Most of the guests were Japane, and it was difficult for me to ask them just why we were gathered here. The few Americans and Germans emed just as inhibited as I was. "Gentlemen," said the mayor, "I am happy to welcome you to Hiroshima."
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Everyone bowed, including the Westerners. After three days in Japan, the spinal c
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"Gentlemen, it is a very great honor to have you here in Hiroshima."
There were fresh bows, and the faces grew more and more rious each time the name Hiroshima was repeated.
"Hiroshima, as you know, is a city familiar to everyone,” continued the mayor.武汉公积金比例
"Yes, yes, of cour,” murmured the company, more and more agitated.
腊肠炒芹菜 "Seldom has a city gained such world renown, and I am proud and happy to welcome you to Hiroshima, a town known throughout the world for its--- oysters".
I was just about to make my little bow of asnt, when the meaning of the last words sank in, jolting me out of my sad reverie .
"Hiroshima – oysters? What about the bomb and the miry and humanity's most
heinous crime?" While the mayor went on with his speech in prai of southern Japane a food, I cautiously backed away and headed toward the far side of the room, where a few men were talking among themlves and paying little attention to the mayor's speech. "You look puzzled," said a small Japane man with very large eye-glass.
