I saw it first-hand.
Three-wheeled and tiny, the right size for a 5-year old. Rustic, broken, singed at the handles, the tires, and stuck to the very floor it was extracted from when it happened. A remnant depicting one of the greatest atrocities in human history.
We walked in a line, there were so many people who wanted to pause and take in the pictures of people dying, burned to the core.
Indeed, they were burned to the core. I hope they enjoyed these photographs. The ones who suffered didn’t. Myself included.
We kept on walking.
- Entry on the tricycle: http://a-bombdb.pcf.city.hiroshima.jp/pdbe/detail/153487
Audio of the highschool choir spliced from personal footage.