All language subtitles for The.Day.the.Sun.Fell.2015.JAPANESE.1080p.WEBRip.x265-VXT2_English

Grandma, I have something to show you.

What?

I think this is a scene with Grandpa.

It's in colour
and I believe it's Grandpa.

- Really?
- I'm not quite sure.

Yes, it looks like him!

- It does, doesn't it?
- Yes.

He'd lost a lot of weight during the war.

I'll play it to you again.

He seems to be demonstrating something.

What is he trying to show?

The atomic blast made the door...

- ...cave in?
- Yes, it imploded.

Yes, that's his face.

How do you feel, seeing him like this?

It's nice to remember him.

The day the atomic bomb
detonated over Hiroshima,

my mother's family
was living in this country house.

70 km away from the city.

My grandfather was an internist
at the Hiroshima Red Cross Hospital.

After the atomic bomb was dropped,

he tried to rescue the wounded.

Amidst death and destruction.

Never in his life did he speak about
what he experienced during that period.

Oh dear, this album has got old.

Oh yes, this photo...

Doesn't he look handsome?

And this one?

- This photo?
- Yes.

It was taken randomly.
There is no special meaning to it.

We weren't even engaged yet.

I was still a student

and he was working
at the Red Cross Hospital.

These were his colleagues.

The war was getting worse every day.

War planes were flying over Hiroshima.

Because of this danger,

everyone who had
accommodation in the countryside

was ordered to evacuate to it.

That's why we moved
to your grandfather's parents' house.

During the week, your grandpa
worked at the hospital in Hiroshima

and came home at weekends.

He was happy to see your mother.

The day the atomic bomb was dropped,

he took the first train to Hiroshima
as usual.

When he came home ten days later,

he didn't say anything.

Not a single word.

Except that "there had been a bombing".

So I had no idea what had happened.

We didn't have a radio.
Nor a TV, of course.

We received no information at all.

All I heard was from a young woman
coming back from Hiroshima.

She said a "big bomb" had been dropped.

That was all.
There was no other information.

This photo I received many years later.

He seems to be examining an
atomic bomb victim's white blood cells.

If you want to find out more,

you should look for nurses

who worked with your
grandfather back then

and listen to their stories.

Who is this?

Who could this be... She's wounded.

I don't know...

She wasn't in my class.

- That's Sumiko Miyahara!
- Oh, that's me!

- Is that you, Kayoko?
- Yes.

That looks like your neck.

I just told you
how I had to take off the gauze.

Yeah, that was terrible...

There weren't many doctors around.

We heard that your grandfather
had taken the train,

then walked to the city
to treat patients.

But we didn't know exactly
where he was working.

Everyone was in a panic.

People were lying on the floor,
squashed together like sardines.

Every morning we carried
the dead outside on stretchers.

Then we burned them.
We did it.

It went on for about a month.

Meanwhile, flies left eggs in wounds.

The wounds were filled with maggots.

Have you ever seen fly maggots?

Living bodies were full of maggots.

- I don't want to talk about the bomb.
- But that's the topic.

- Should we be silent?
- Yes, it's enough.

It's all because of the bomb.

The bomb destroyed us.
I don't want to talk about it.

I suppose this tree
is about 200 years old.

It was already this big
when I was a child.

I have nearly lived 100 years.

I'll soon be 90.

It was already huge then.

I feel my childhood
is at the far end of an old tunnel.

It was the time
when the Japanese provoked

the Manchurian Incident.

Three soldiers
blew up a barbed wire barrier

in a suicide attack.

After that they were hailed
as heroes throughout Japan.

I was in the 2nd grade back then,

and I deeply wanted to become someone
who received such praise.

That's why I wanted
to become a Red Cross nurse.

It was the female equivalent
of becoming a soldier.

A whiny face...

People used to say I had a whiny face.

My mother was afraid
I wouldn't find a husband

because I looked like this.

She said that I should work,

since with a face like mine
one had to work.

But when I look at these pictures,

I think I became prettier and prettier.

I'm not so bad!

I love nurses.

When I grow up,

I'll apply to the Red Cross

and I'll serve my country.

I would sing this song
at elementary school.

Songs like that
were a great influence on us.

The roar of the cannon is fading away

Even the insects have fallen silent

The blowing wind reeks of blood

The colour red tints the grass

What is more deathly, friends or foes?

Hats and torn sleeves are scattered

And the pale faces
of the collapsed bodies

Are the same colour
as the grass

I wanted to be a Red Cross nurse

because it was a short cut
to receiving a badge of honour.

I believed war was a good thing.

But then

the atomic bomb was dropped.
And when I came to Hiroshima

there was nothing left.

No houses, no trees, nothing at all.

So many people were killed.

And those who had survived were dying.

Is that what you called a "holy war"?

Is that something to be decorated for?

That's what I asked myself.

Ever since I've always said
war is terrible.

War is terrible.

I have to talk about it.

Otherwise no one
will know what really happened.

Only once did I ask my grandfather

what he experienced in Hiroshima
after the atomic bombing.

He answered

that it was impossible to put into words.

Those who had not been there
would never understand.

I remember that he
was laughing and crying at the same time.

How was he when he first came home
after the bombing?

How he was?

He said "I'm home", as always.

He hadn't changed at all.

What was the first thing he did?

The first thing he did?

He went into the garden

and ate tomatoes
and other fresh vegetables.

I thought it was strange.

But since everything
had been vaporized in Hiroshima,

there probably wasn't
any fresh food there.

Everyone lived on canned food.

I think he just wanted
to eat something fresh.

It left a big impression on me.

When you heard Hiroshima was bombed,

weren't you worried?

War was all I knew back then.

First the war against Manchuria,
then against China.

War went on and on.

And then the war against the USA started.

I'd known only war
since my primary school days.

That's why I was desensitized.

"Desensitized"
might not be the right word.

All I thought was:
yet another bombardment.

Good morning!

Here I am.

Thank you for coming.

Before beginning my speech,

I'd like to inform you
that there is a film crew here today.

The director is Aya Domenig,
from Switzerland.

Like me, her grandfather
was an army doctor in Hiroshima

at the time of the atomic bombing.

Now,

the Japanese
are the only people in the world

who have been exposed
to high levels of radiation,

who've been dying
and suffering for a very long time.

Only doctors who experienced Hiroshima
know what really happened.

I'm the last surviving doctor
from that era,

so when I die,
this knowledge will vanish with me.

Dr. Hida, you were working
at the army hospital back then.

But where were you
at the moment of the detonation?

I wasn't there.
Otherwise I'd have been killed.

And I wouldn't be talking to you now.

As it happens,
the night before the bombing,

I made a house call to check up
on a child 6 km outside Hiroshima.

I stayed there overnight,

intending to return to Hiroshima
the next morning at 7 am,

but I overslept until 8 am.

Shortly after 8 am,
I saw planes flying over.

While giving an injection to the child,
I was blinded by a flash of light.

Everyone I examined
in such a condition died.

Hardly anyone survived.

Where nuclear weapons detonate,

medical care is at an end.

During the first three days,

people died from burn injuries.

But on the morning of the fourth day,

people began to die
from bizarre symptoms.

I'd never before seen cases like these.

They started bleeding
from the nose and mouth.

I'd seen that before.
It's not particularly unusual.

But what I had never seen

was people bleeding from the eyes.

And then,
when I'd examine their mouths,

there was an awful stench.

It smelled rotten.

I couldn't understand

how a living human body could be rotting.

And as they approached death,

large amounts of blood
came out of their noses and mouths.

They would bleed from the anus,
and women from the vagina.

In the end they really bled a lot.

And then they died.

I'd never seen anyone
die like this before.

Only Japanese doctors back then
witnessed that.

No other doctors in the world
have seen such things.

Well, I can't read these poems.

He wrote these poems about me.

Why not? Please read them!

- You want me to read them?
- Yes.

Having a beloved young lady
I sit alone in this room

In a quiet night

On the way home
Feeling somewhat melancholic

I count for a while
My steps

After our date
he felt lonely on his way home.

So he counted his footsteps.
That's what this poem means.

This wasn't a dramatic love scene
like you see today!

But he wrote many poems like this one.

Grandpa loved you very much, didn't he?

Yes, I think so.

Here are some poems about your mom.

He wrote these poems
in 1946 and 1947, the postwar period.

We were still living in the countryside
and he commuted to work.

It tells of how your mother
waves to greet him.

My small child, alone
Greets me from afar

Waving hands she calls me
I hasten my steps

I can't find any poems
about the atomic bomb.

I didn't know that my grandfather
had written such poems.

While after the atomic bombing

he commuted
between two completely different worlds,

he only wrote poems about the intact one.

And my grandmother
never asked him any questions.

Today she rarely thinks about the bomb.

She is suffering from cancer

and all her energy
goes into fighting her pain.

I wonder where I put it.

I thought I'd put it here.

I always leave things somewhere!

Weird... It's not in here.
I wouldn't have put it in here, would I?

No.

- I will take your shoes.
- Thank you!

Welcome!

Good morning!

Good morning!

May I sit down while I talk?

Yes!

Thank you very much.

I've become too old
to stand for a long time.

How was the radioactivity removed
after the bombing?

At the time of the atomic blast
in Hiroshima,

we didn't know radioactivity existed.

We called this bomb the "new type bomb".

Everyone fell ill,

but no one knew
that the illnesses were caused

by radioactivity.

Because we didn't know
that invisible radioactive particles

were making people sick

we just said "Hiroshima" was the cause...

My grandfather didn't talk
about the atomic bomb.

- He didn't?
- No.

That's because it was forbidden
to talk about it.

He must have been scared.

Following the atomic blast,
the USA occupied Japan for seven years.

Under US military occupation,

the effect of atomic radiation
on the human body

was declared a military secret.

Atomic bomb victims were not
allowed to talk about their suffering.

Nor were they allowed to write about it.

Japanese doctors were allowed
to examine their patients,

but not allowed
to keep medical records.

Doctors were not allowed to confer
about cases or research the subject.

They were not allowed
to write any medical papers.

It was an order from the occupying army,

and anyone violating it was arrested.

Fear made everyone shut up.

Four years after the bombing,

in 1949,

the American research institute ABCC

started to round up radiation victims

in order to study
the effects of radiation.

However, before any medical interview,

people were asked when, where and how
they had been exposed to the bomb.

Most said they were
in a particular part of Hiroshima,

in such-and-such street.

But some people said
they weren't in the city that day.

They arrived in the afternoon,

the next day,
or even days or a week later.

Meanwhile, they started to feel sick
and didn't know why.

The Japanese doctors couldn't help them,

so they wanted American doctors
to examine them.

All these people
were sent home immediately.

That's why the data gathered by the USA

is only relevant to victims
directly exposed within 2 km of ground zero.

All the others
were excluded from that research.

So the Americans have

absolutely no data
regarding internal radiation.

And to this day they insist
that internal radiation doesn't exist.

Everyone at the hospital had diarrhoea.

I also got sick. I was vomiting,

I couldn't eat anything
and became very weak.

I had a fever of over 104°F.

Family members then told me

that even people who came to Hiroshima
after the atomic blast

were dying one by one.

I was afraid I was going to die like them

because of Hiroshima.

But my doctor said

that anyone could have my illness.

He saw no evidence
that it was caused by the atomic bomb.

He told me it was an "ordinary" disease

and suggested:
"Have a delicious meal".

That was all.

When my feet felt cold,
I tried to warm them up.

I tried cupping, massage,

whatever I could think of.

But even 40 years later,

I could hardly breathe.

I just learned

to live like this.

One day, while weeding a field,

I started to sweat a lot.

I was amazed how good it made me feel.

That's why I began to work in the field.

I gave up relying on medicine

and decided to become healthy
by sweating.

It's ill, too.

It doesn't function.

It's got stage fright.
It's not human but has stage fright.

Radiation destroys
the inner structure of the body.

It will attack any organ it can -

thyroid, uterus, lung, bowel, liver...

Even though
it's not visible from outside,

the inside of the body decays.

Were doctors scared
of developing symptoms themselves?

Yes, they were.

At first, we didn't understand what
patients meant by "extreme exhaustion".

Some doctors would even
diagnose them as neurotic.

Until they developed
similar symptoms themselves.

Yet it wasn't understood
as a medical issue.

And the Americans claimed
there was nothing wrong.

No one knew what to believe.

Some doctors collapsed and died.

Were you afraid?

Well,

I thought what would be would be.

If I got ill, then that was my destiny.

I wasn't too nervous.

In the early 1950s

the American occupation ended

and most people just wanted

to forget and move on.

My grandparents had returned to the city.

Grandpa set up his own practice
and had a house built for it.

My grandmother helped him
with his work and raised their children,

my mother and her two siblings.

The family could afford to make trips

and my grandfather took pictures
with his new camera.

It's like a journey through time.

These poems remind me of those days.

Did Grandpa read these poems to you?

No way. He kept them hidden away.
He never read them to anyone.

My grandfather captured his city,
a city still scarred by the atomic bomb.

And he saw

how memorial sites were built
to present Hiroshima as a city of peace.

But while he was photographing
this new Hiroshima,

Japan failed

to truly acknowledge its recent past.

And most atomic bomb victims

remained shrouded in silence.

Nothing good
ever came of talking about it.

Nothing at all!

The greatest fear among mothers

was that their children
might never find jobs or a spouse.

That's the truth.

Children of atomic bomb survivors
hardly found any jobs.

Everyone thought they'd eventually
get sick and wouldn't stay on the job.

And it was almost impossible
for them to get married.

It's still like that even today!

Now it's affecting the third generation.

If you, for example, meet someone
from an important family

who you'd like to marry,

a family with a 400-year tradition
and an impressive family tree,

you might go steady
with a man from such a family.

But if they discovered that
your grandfather was a radiation victim,

they might decide it's a bad idea
for you to join their bloodline.

This is still often the case in Japan.

Japan is still that kind of country.

By bright moonlight

On the tatami mat an ant

The young lady squashes it
Her heart makes me feel sad

He wrote this poem
after watching what I was doing.

But if an ant walks over the mat,
you kill it, don't you?

Otherwise it might sting you!

He was very sensitive.

March 11, 2011.

While exploring the past,
I am jolted back into the present.

A massive earthquake
shakes the north-east of Japan,

and a tsunami claims the lives
of over 18,000 people.

And then, the unimaginable happens.

KEEP OUT

No more Fukushima!

No more Hiroshima!

No more Nagasaki!

No nuclear power plants!

Life is valuable!

No nuclear power plants!

Don't restart the power plants!

No nuclear power plants!

Children are valuable!

Today crowds gathered
in Tokyo's Yoyogi park,

summoned by citizen groups,
labour unions or via Twitter.

According to the organizers,
about 170,000 people showed up.

The Police Department
set the number at 75,000.

It was the largest
anti-nuclear demonstration

ever to have taken place in Japan.

In his speech, Kenzaburo Oe said
it is an insult to the Japanese people

that the government
wants to restart nuclear power plants

despite the ongoing crisis.

He said the government's plans
had to be scrapped.

Although radioactivity
is a well-known health risk,

Japan doesn't want to stop using it.

Radioactivity was used for murder!

And then it was claimed
that the war was over.

But by continuing to use radioactivity,

we haven't left the path of death.

I try to protect the tiniest bit of life,

thus protecting Japan in my own way.

But those people want to protect Japan
with great power.

Those people guard plutonium

as if it were
their most precious treasure.

They can't let go of it.

Because it makes our country powerful.

This plant

is called "Dokudami".

It's an ancient Japanese herbal medicine
which boosts the immune system.

Hiroshima survivors
made tea from Dokudami

and many who drank it became better.

I'll dry the leaves,
chop them, pack them into bags

and send them to Fukushima.

Symptoms are already visible:

diarrhoea, nose bleeding,

inflammation of the gums.

After the nuclear disaster in Fukushima,
so-called experts claimed

inner radiation was no great danger,

so everybody should relax
and not be scared.

When I hear that, I get extremely angry.

They use big words
while knowing nothing.

When radioactive particles
poison the water,

contaminate the fields

and enter the human body with food,
they radiate the body from the inside.

This is called inner radiation.

In Hiroshima a soldier said to me:

"Doctor, I wasn't in the city
on the day of the blast."

He said he was in Osaka that day.

Two days later he returned
to Hiroshima and walked the streets.

After a few days he was exhausted
and could hardly move.

Four days later
I inquired as to his condition.

I asked if he'd already gone home.

I was told he had died.

I just couldn't understand it.
He was in Osaka, far from ground zero.

Why had he died of the same symptoms
as all the others?

As a doctor,
I couldn't understand this at all.

One by one, the people died
as a consequence of inner radiation.

DOKUDAMI TEA
JUNOD-ASSOCIATION, CHIZUKO UCHIDA

- Hello, Mrs. Uchida.
- Hello.

- Here, I brought Dokudami tea.
- Oh, really?

Thank you very much.

I think I only left one bag at home.

There are twenty.

Okay.
Thank you very much.

Goodbye.

Not only Dokudami but all
kinds of fermented foods are good.

It's important
to pass on this information.

That's why we donate such things

to refugees in temporary housing,
for example.

We were looking for a way
to help the radiation victims.

Then our association decided
to invite evacuees from Fukushima.

I was asked if some people
could stay in my house.

Of course I agreed.

Good morning!

Let's start eating.

Enjoy your meal.

From now on,

people in Fukushima

have to protect themselves.

Because no one will help you

except yourself.

That's 4 mm.

You need to keep your strength up!

I left Fukushima with my son
to protect our lives.

But many people who stay in Fukushima
want to believe it's safe.

They don't want to hear about the danger.

I've heard people say
that if children develop thyroid cancer,

one shouldn't worry too much
as thyroid cancer can often be cured.

They say everybody has health insurance,

so children can be treated in hospital.

I felt that insanity was spreading.

Now schools in Fukushima prefecture
have started to hand out brochures

claiming that radiation levels are safe.

People are being reassured,
rather than warned, about the dangers.

Therefore...
I used to have a lot of friends.

But I've lost touch with most of them.

Our feelings are too different.

Most of my friends
decided to stay in Fukushima.

Their attitude is different to mine.

What do you think, Mr. Kai,
how will Japan be in five years?

Japan...

Well,
everyone will be a radiation victim.

There is no doubt about that.

And actually that's a good thing.

- The whole country?
- Yes.

It's good
provided that we question ourselves

and don't tell any lies.

We have to show the world

what it means to live
as radiation victims.

Most importantly,

how we behave

when deformed children are born.

Will we love them and look after them?

Or will we just complain
because they are the result of radiation

and treat them like a nuisance?

The question is not what will be,
but what we will do.

It is vital that western Japan
supports eastern Japan.

We must help the victims.

This is where we stand.

And now I give the floor to Mai Nakata.

Please listen to her story.

When it became clear
that reactor number 3 couldn't be saved,

I decided on March 14th to take my son
and stay with a friend in Tokyo.

When I told my mother of my plan,

she started to scream
and said I was crazy.

My father was still asleep,
so she woke him.

She told him I was acting confused
and asked him to calm me down.

We had a huge argument
and my father even slapped me.

He said I was insane

and trying to abandon my parents.

They simply believe what they see on TV
and read in the papers.

Take care!

Thanks!

I don't want my son to stay in Japan.

And I, too, want to leave this country
if an opportunity presents itself.

Your grandfather suddenly
had an acute liver inflammation.

Although he'd never had
liver problems before.

Maybe it was caused by inner radiation.

I would never have considered
that before.

But now there's so much information
that implicates it.

His liver was extremely inflamed.

His face went dark brown.

He looked so bad that the head nurses
gathered to see him.

After a while he started to improve.

But then he suffered several strokes.

One after another.

Maybe due to radiation.

He was too young to become ill.

He was in his late 50s,

in the prime of life.

By the time I was born,
my grandfather was already ill.

To me, he was simply my grandfather.
A loving old man who spoiled me.

Like everyone else in the family,

I never thought about
what had caused the illness.

After almost 30 years,
we didn't see the connection to the bomb.

However, radiation sickness
can develop decades later.

Since Fukushima
this has been discussed in Japan,

which is why my grandmother sees
my grandfather's illness in a new light.

September...

No appointments in August.
Anyway, it's too hot then.

You said you'd only take appointments
till December.

Well, I don't think I can stop this year.

I'll have to continue
at least until next March.

Since Fukushima,

you often come across the word
"radioactivity".

You hear and read it a lot.

Fukushima's impact will last
well beyond three or five years.

Even people who are perfectly healthy now

may develop symptoms later on.

That's what's worrying.

Everyone thinks it's safe
to go with the crowd

and to believe
whatever the government says.

But in fact,
this is the worst way to live your life.

You lose your own will.

Men are particularly guilty.

They might say:
"Nuclear plants need to be abolished!"

But in fact they don't do anything.
They leave it to their wives.

I'm sorry to say this,

but Japanese men,

myself included,

are the world's worst.

Japanese men are the worst practitioners
of democracy in the world.

They understand the theory,
but in practice they fail.

They treat their wives as servants

and at home they act like kings.
Many men are like that.

They're all talk, no action.
Myself included.

I also let my wife take care of me
when I'm at home.

Men are raised to act this way.

I'm sorry to say.

Recently I became more self-critical,
so I started to prepare the breakfast.

I am well aware that after Fukushima

women are carrying a very heavy load.

And additionally they try hard,

to care for their husbands,
their children and their own parents.

Japanese women
are raised to always act lovingly.

This may be great for us men

but it isn't for humanity.

Women and men should join forces

and take equal responsibility.

For the sake of our descendants,

we must put out the fire we lit
while we are still alive.

Good afternoon!

Mrs. Doi, you are being filmed today.

- Are you nervous?
- Not really.

How long have you been shooting?

- I'm a model all the time.
- Really?

So, it's routine for you?

- I was wondering if you were okay.
- What do you mean?

The state of your health.

I'm fine,
but cancer cells are spreading again.

Now that your hair
has grown back so nicely...

Mrs. Doi, please hold on to this.

Just a moment. I'll arrange your socks.

I'm very close to my grandmother.

Yet sometimes I feel that
I don't really know her.

She has always kept
her dreams and desires to herself.

On my visits to Hiroshima

I saw how selflessly
she cared for my grandfather.

For twenty years, until his death.

Never did I hear her complain.

Doctor, I'm very old
and won't live much longer anyway.

I'd prefer not to do another therapy.

Well, it's not too bad yet.

We can still control it.

In the peace memorial park,

at the front, on the left

some seats are reserved
for atomic bomb victims.

We'll sit there.

Please take your seat there.

A Japanese legend holds

that those who fold 1000 paper cranes

are granted a wish by the Gods.

When I was a child,
my mother told me the story

of the young girl Sadako.

Nine years after the atomic bomb
she suddenly developed leukaemia

and struggled for her life
at the Red Cross Hospital.

She folded more than 1000 paper cranes,

but she died nonetheless.

Today, paper cranes
symbolize the peace movement

and opposition to nuclear energy.

We want a world free of nuclear weapons,

nuclear power plants
and radiation victims!

Restarting power plants is dangerous!

68 years ago

one single bomb

took the lives of 190,000 people.

To those still suffering
from the after-effects,

I send out my deepest
heartfelt compassion.

I won't take part
in such a dishonest ceremony.

They pretend to care for the victims.

But in fact
they did nothing to help the people

who came to Hiroshima
after the explosion and fell ill.

They said they weren't affected
and didn't compensate them.

They shamelessly practise
this kind of fake support

and then they come here,
pretending to be concerned,

saying that atom bomb
victims must be supported.

I can't stand it.

I called them liars
and never joined this ceremony.

And now officials in Fukushima
are declaring

that the danger has passed.

It's the same as after Hiroshima
and Nagasaki.

Recently on TV

I saw all the tanks filled with water
leaking from the reactors.

There were so many!

All of Japan
will soon be covered by them.

And now Abe
was re-elected as Prime Minister.

A prime minister who travels abroad
promoting nuclear power.

I couldn't stand it!

How could this man
possibly protect Japan?

This is absolutely hopeless!

I thought life was not worth living
and I got very depressed.

But if I don't speak out, who will?

I had to make an effort.

I decided to continue to share

the little knowledge I have
about the atomic bomb.

Otherwise,
these people will mislead Japan.

And I got motivated again.

Dr. Hida,
what kind of doctor would you be

if you hadn't experienced
the atomic bomb?

Well...

I guess more than half of me
would be kind of the same.

I can't really compare.

But even if one hasn't experienced
the atomic bomb,

seeing so many people
struggling on the verge of existence

gradually makes one see things
from their perspective.

These are very sad poems.

Summer has gone

Rain keeps drizzling down

In my loneliness
I hear my grandchild cry over the phone

You were a baby at that time.

Everything you did was just sweet.

It seems you brought him comfort.

That I am ill
I did not believe in my dream

On a spring morning
I woke up early

Sometimes

I want to end my life
Like in a dream

But I have my wife and I live

He writes
that he carried on thanks to me.

That's what he wrote about me.

The last year before his death
he did nothing but lie in bed.

We didn't have any conversations anymore.

I just watched him sleep.

I felt very lonely.

And now I'm ill myself...

Life is ironic, isn't it?

"What I told Mai Nakata from Fukushima"

Every other day

I talk to journalists
or give a speech in public.

I'm 95 now and very exhausted.

But I can't allow myself to stop.

I'll continue to talk
until I break down somewhere.

Today I walked a lot.

I haven't been this hungry
in a long time.

Good night, Grandma.

Good night!

I cross the bridge

And my heart fills with peace

Standing awhile on a sand bank
where reeds grow