Isn't it strange to be pulled in the direction of ultimate suffering? To have something inside you that actually wants to face the hard and ugly facts of life that most everyone else does their best to avoid? But thats just what Hiroshima was for me, a sore spot in reality that needs to be witnessed, and remembered. To be understood as more than just "The place a battle happened..." or, "Where a weapon was used on people." Out of all the choices there were, all the options to see the vast and beautiful places of Japan stretching thousands of miles and across vastly different climates, I knew which place was the most important to see. Not just because I'm a German/American whose families fought against each other in World War 2, but because I'm Human like everyone else, and life on this planet is nothing if not a test of wills sharpened against the brutal reality of our races ability to hate and fear on another.