Morifumi shows a girl in a room; the television provides images of a remembrance ceremony. It is eight-fifteen. The girl runs long a sunny street, crickets chirp, a bird tweeters. It is baking hot. The rings of a play object keep moving after the girl has left, pictures of the sky. It is completely silent. A swimming-pool of light, a car as plane, children on a deserted road in front of sinister fluorescent grass, a train, music and dance. Eight-fifteen: even an insect seems to restrain itself. On 6 August 1945 Hiroshima was hit by the atom bomb, at eight-sixteen.
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