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"Grandpa! Your leg! What happened?"
Autobiography of an atomic bomb survivor in Nagasaki
I knew that some people wrote autobiographies. I did not think I had anything to do with that. I knew I was a bad writer.
In 1993, another Hibakusha (a person who suffered from the effects of a nuclear bomb) suggested that I write one. I replied, "That would be torture for me."
However, I was beginning to think about peace seriously. When I tell children and teenagers about myself, I often learn from their feedback sheets that they understand what I say by correlating my story with bullying, difficult relations between parents and children and other social issues. I thought I would write. My book might help younger people to think about such issues a little more deeply.
Half a century after the nuclear attack, I have grown very old, old enough to have grey hair and 5 grandchildren. I could not afford to forget about the atomic bomb for a single second in those 50 years, because the demon called "atomic bomb" drafted my life. I do not know how to write properly, because I have not received education since I finished junior high school. I began to write about myself with my second daughter's encouragement that, "Daddy, you should write about your life. You experienced a lot of unusual things."
Copies of the first edition of my autobiography, for which I paid the publication expenses, ran out soon. Shimpu Shobo, a publisher in Osaka, is now reprinting it. I am grateful to its president, Mr. Fukuyama.