..June 2010 Nagasaki..
Article written in The Japan Times about the opening of From Above photography exhibition at the Nagasaki Peace Museum.
Ironically the article and photo are twice the size and above a story on the Japanese Prime Minister’s trip to the G20 Summit and the death of Japan’s oldest koala.
From Above photo exhibition
Photographs by Paule Saviano
Presented by Gallery EF, Nagasaki Peace Museum, & Community Media Company
Nagasaki Peace Museum
7-15 Matsugaemachi
Nagasaki, Japan
Tel: 095-818-4247
Closed Monday
June 29- July 19th, 2010
Open Reception June 29th 9:30-17:30
http://www.nagasakips.com
http://www.gallery-ef.com/fromabove.htm
http://www.paulepictures.com
..September 2008.. ..1 Block from the Epicenter, Nagasaki..
Mr. Katsuji Yoshida
76 years old
Monday 11AM
..Mr. Katsuji Yoshida was badly injured by the atomic bomb blast. 14 years younger than Mr. Obata, my first portrait, he was much more frail and nimble. His mind was sharp, some of the fine details not exact but concise.
He was the most delicate Hibakusha I met. Unable to be photographed outdoors because his skin was to sensitive to be in the sun. He wore a fisherman’s cap to protect his head. The right side of his face badly scarred from burns and an ear patch covering his missing ear. He walked well and didn’t need a cane. His mind was vibrant. You could still see the youth in his eyes and hear the energy in his voice.
August 9th, 1945 11:02AM
Yoshida-san was 13 years old.
Yoshida-san sees US planes dropping parachutes minutes before the atomic bomb was dropped. They were testing wind speed and direction for the drop. He clearly described hearing the engines as the planes glided over.
He was walking to school with 3 other boys about a ½ mile from the epicenter seconds before the atomic bomb was detonated. They were walking across a field and stopped at a well to get a drink of water.
He looked up and saw another set of parachutes drop. Suddenly the blast and violent light. He was sent flying through the air.
The boys were thrust up in the air, across the field, and a road. About 120 feet away from the well.
The impact of the atomic bomb threw him face first into a wet rice field. The soft mud absorbed the force of the turbulent blast and probably saved his life.
“…It didn’t hurt much…nobody was crying…..”
Yoshida-san describing the moment the atomic bomb exploded.
Coming to his senses….Seconds before he was a 13 year old boy walking to school. Seconds after the atomic bomb detonated….all his skin had peeled off his body. No skin left on his arms and legs. Only scorched skin left on his face.
He than washed off the mud in a nearby irrigation field. Found some surviving foliage and grass. Put grass on his face and body to cool down the scorched and missing skin. They decide to sit there and wait for help.
Minutes later women come out of a field badly burnt, crying, and screaming “…Help us…”. The scene ignited emotion in the numb 13 year old boys. They burst into a bombastic cry. This was the first time he and the other boys felt emotion.
The badly injured women drink from the Irakami River. The water was contaminated with radiation. They died quickly, bodies lied motionless on the river banks. Water slowly washing their burnt bodies.
Yoshida-san made a rule not to drink the water. He knew from school that not matter how much blood he lost when injured, never drink the water.
Looking around, all the buildings were destroyed or blazing. Nagasaki was an inferno. Corpses in every direction. Body parts randomly thrown. Intestines, pieces of brain, eye balls, split skulls, and unidentifiable faces littered the streets.
He didn’t feel anything. He didn’t know what he was looking at. Shock must have set in.
As the day grew old, the sun heated the grass covering his burnt body. His initial numbness transformed into throbbing pain. The moist grass dried against his exposed muscle. It was torture. He was not strong enough to walk. There was no shade. Nagasaki was a featureless landscape of char. Trees that survived the initial blast were quickly ablaze in the coming fires.
Yoshida-san happy to see the sun set after it beat on him while lying in the exposed field. His face started to swell. He could no longer see after his eyes began to swell shut.
At night, his skinless body shivered in the cold. The rescue team came the following day.
For 2 days he remained with other school children at a relief station set up in a school yard until his mother came to identify him. He doesn’t remember much, Only his mother’s voice, calling his name the next day. He raised his hand when he heard his name.
“…We were faint but we could answer our parents call…”
Yoshida-san
I’m interested to know what his mother’s voice sounded like. Was it a frantic scream? A mother finding her son alive after the Apocalypse. What was the look on her face? Her reaction….
The 2 boys died soon after.
He has no memory of the next 2 months he spent at home bed ridden. A hospital facility was set up 2 months later at a surviving elementary school. Than he was taken to a naval hospital outside of Nagasaki.
In December 1945, 4 months later, the skin on the left side of his face started to grow back. The burns on the right side of his body never recovered.
..April 2010.. ..Nagasaki..
“…It came so suddenly…we really didn’t feel pain…”
Mr. Katsuji Yoshida, about August 9th, 1945
Earlier today atomic bomb Survivor Mr. Katsuji Yoshida passed away from lung cancer.
In September 2008, I had the honor of meeting and photographing Yoshida-san for my From Above exhibition. Yoshida-san was very close to epicenter of the atomic bombing when it detonated over Nagasaki, probably 500m-1000m. He was one of the only Survivors that close to the epicenter.
The impact of the blast threw him face first into a wet rice field. Landing in the softness of the mud probably saved his life. He was badly injured and spent many months in the hospital. For 66 years, he would be in and out of the hospital dealing with injuries and illness caused by radiation exposure.
When I met him, he was very fragile but his spirit was still young and vibrant. He couldn’t be photographed outdoors because the sun was to harsh for his skin. As he walked through the Nagasaki Atomic Bomb Museum people would stop and Bow. He would speak to anyone who greeted him.
Yoshida-san dedicated his life to speaking about the horrors of the atomic bomb and the discrimination he overcame throughout his life being an Hibakusha. He traveled around the world speaking to anyone.
It was an honor meeting and photographing him. An experience I will never forget. The world has lost an important Human Being.
I will post the journal entries of Yoshida-san over the next couple of days.
..January 2010 Nagasaki..
On Monday, Tsutomu Yamaguchi-san passed away at the age of 93 in Nagasaki. He was a double hibakusha. Survivor of both atomic bombs in Hiroshima and Nagasaki.
He started to tell his story 65 years after the bombings. Here is an article from the Japan Times briefly describing Yamaguchi-san.
..October 2009 New York..
I wonder what it is like to grow up in Hiroshima or Nagasaki. Do the children realize what happened here to their families 65 years ago?
Jet lagged, every morning at 7AM, 2 hours before my first interview with an atomic bomb Survivor I took short walks around the epicenter in Nagasaki. I wandered past the Urakami Cathedral walking up the stumpy rolling hills with school kids catching the public buses. I caught the laughter of 10 year old kids and the louder bantering of teenagers teasing each other. Occasionally saw a kid texting on their cell phone while waiting for a street signal to change.
Every manhole cover on the street in Nagasaki has a star imprinted in the metal. Frequently passed signs and stickers saying…”Nagasaki, the City of Peace.”
I couldn’t help think about the people who were vaporized by the atomic bomb. I was walking on cement that lay on top of ashes and unidentified bones. I was walking on sacred ground.
A city now covers what could be a cemetery. Every atomic bomb Survivor I met had someone in their family who was never found in the carnage of August 9th, 1945. Some vaporized, others burnt to charcoal and ash mixed in with the soil or washed away in the river.
Matsuo-san told me she thinks about saying good-bye to her 11 year old brother on August 9th, 1945. An hour before 11:02AM, when the atomic bomb was dropped. He was walking to work, less than a mile from the epicenter. Never found. Most likely vaporized or turned to ash.
I wonder what it’s like to grow up in these cities. Do they think about what’s beneath their feet when they walk to school?
The entire place had an affect on me. The people, landscape, history, stories, the few remaining heavily damaged fragments of life that barely Survived….
I grew up in a special place. New York is considered one of the capitols of the world. A cross roads of culture and excitement. Growing up in Hiroshima and Nagasaki has to have an affect on people. Whether it’s being aware of the tragedy, the cruelty of life, or the desire to live in a peaceful world.
I don’t know what it’s like growing up in either city. But if I did it would have had a profound affect on me. It did when I was 34 years old.
..September 2008 Nagasaki..
“I realized that I must live on behalf of those who died unwillingly. I have to tell what happened, so they will not die in vain.”
Sumiteru Taniguchi-san
..September 2008 Epicenter, Nagasaki..
Yamawaki-san was the 3rd portrait taken on my first day of photographing in Nagasaki. I photographed him at the atomic bomb epicenter close to the other locations I photographed the entire project. All of the portrait locations were taken within 300 feet of each other.
Yamawaki-san’s portrait was one of the more challenging portraits. He had a very serious demeanor. It wasn’t until seeing the print at the exhibition in Gallery EF did I see the softness in his eyes.
In the gallery, the serious tone on his face felt lighter and more reflective. A lot less tension in his face than in my original thoughts. His shoulders on the print were relaxed and softer around the edges.
What also felt different about his portrait and conversation was he was the only Hibakusha who spoke English. It brought a different dynamic to our friendship. Not that I felt more comfortable with him because we spoke the same language. I was very comfortable communicating in Japanese through a translator with everyone I met.
..September 2008 Nagasaki..
Map of Yamawaki-san’s journey to recover his father’s body the day after atomic bomb was dropped on Nagasaki.
..September 2008 Nagasaki..
Yoshiro Yamawaki-san
74 years old
11:02AM August 9, 1945
Yamawaki-san’s story is about recovering his father’s body. He was 11 years old. Lived 2.2km from the epicenter. He and his brother where at home eating lunch at the time of the blast.
The atomic bomb blast tore apart the home. He remembers hearing the plane above. The surge of the blast. They could see the sky through the damaged ceiling beams. Nagasaki on fire and destroyed.
They waiting all night for their father to return from the Mitsubishi Steelworks factory located near the epicenter, 500 meters. He never returned. They assumed he would return home.
The next morning, August 10th, 1945, he and his brother decide to walk to the factory. The factory was located on the Urakami River. Very close to the building I was now sitting in 64 years later. I could see the former location over Yamawaki-san’s shoulder through the large window at the end of the room.
As they walked closer to the factory the devastation grew worse. They had to step easily to avoid breaking the heaps of bodies lying on what used to be streets along the river. Swollen dead bodies and scorched debris.
“…Those who died were swollen like black rubber dolls and their skin peeled off when touch even slightly.” -Mr. Yamawaki
They froze at the site of the Mitsubishi Steelworks factory. Almost nothing was left. At the factory, they found a worker who knew where their father’s body was. The 2 young boys collected wood to cremate their father’s body. They set the fire.
“…My brother and I collected pieces of wood, which we used to cremate our father’s body. When we saw the flames licking up his feet, we couldn’t stop the tears from flowing…..” -Mr. Yamawaki
They returned the next day to find the body wasn’t fully cremated. Only his hands and feet were burnt to the bones. Saddened they have not told their now 92 year old mother the story. They never will.
Mr. Yamawaki was the only Survivor to tell his story in English. I was surprised, when asked why he learned English in his late 60’s. He had retired and found it necessary to continue learning. It’s another display of the spirit of the Hibakusha I met in Nagasaki. Their will to want to live and go beyond.
