Hiroshima -- the Liveliest” city in Japan.docVIP

“Hiroshima! Everybody off!” That must be what the man in the Japanese stationmasters 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, because he was shouting in Japanese. And secondly, because 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 Id previously taken. Was I not at the scene of the crime? 　　The Japanese crowd did not appear to have the same 　　Hi! Hi! said the cab driver, whose door 　　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 　　Thanks to his map, I was able to find a taxi driver who could take me straight to the canal 　　At the door to the restaurant, a 　　He was a tall, thin man, sad-eyed and serious. Quite unexpectedly, the strange emotion which had overwhelmed me at the station returned, and I was again 　　The introductions were made. Most of the guests were Japanese, and it was difficult for me to ask them just why we were gathered here. The few Americans and Germans seemed just as 　　Everyone bowed, including the Westerners. After three days in Japan, the 　　Gentlemen, it is a very great honor to have you her e in Hiroshima. 　　There were fresh bows, and the faces grew more and more serious each time the name Hiroshima was repeated. 　　Hiroshima, as you know, is a city familiar to everyone,” continued the mayor. 　　Yes, yes, of course,” murmured the company, more and mo