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98-Year-Old Nagasaki Survivors’ Duet BREAKS Everyone


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[size=1.2]my name is Aiko Watanabe I'm 98 years
[size=1.2]old and this is my twin brother Kenji We
[size=1.2]were born in Nagasaki in
[size=1.2]1927 When we were children he played
[size=1.2]piano with his fist because his fingers
[size=1.2]were too small to reach the keys And I
[size=1.2]played violin because my mother said I
[size=1.2]looked like I was praying when I held
[size=1.2]the bow We were supposed to perform
[size=1.2]together at school That was our dream
[size=1.2]But the day before the recital the world
[size=1.2]ended It was August 9th
[size=1.2]1945 I remember the morning clearly The
[size=1.2]air felt strange too still too heavy I
[size=1.2]had gone to my friend's house near
[size=1.2]Urakami Cathedral to borrow sheet music
[size=1.2]At 11:02 a.m the sky turned white I
[size=1.2]don't remember the sound There was no
[size=1.2]sound just wind a wall of heat that came
[size=1.2]from nowhere The bomb exploded just 500 meters from where I stood.

My friend was vaporized instantly I woke up covered in skin that wasn't mine Flesh had melted onto me My legs were bleeding Glass was inside me.


My ears were ringing for [size=1.2]months I screamed my brother's name again and again but there was no answer.
I returned home dragging one leg behind me But home was a shadow on the ground
[size=1.2]Our mother and father had died clutching
[size=1.2]each other We found what was left of [size=1.2]them two days later Bones fused to metal.


Our baby sister when 8 years old was found in the well trying to escape the fire And Kenji my twin was gone.


I lived the next 14 years in silence I walked
[size=1.2]with a limp I never remarried I stopped
[size=1.2]eating for weeks at a time I stopped
[size=1.2]playing the violin I thought he was a
[size=1.2]dead And
[size=1.2]honestly I hoped he was because I knew
[size=1.2]what living felt like But in
[size=1.2]1959 I turned on a radio and I heard him
[size=1.2]a piano piece one I had only heard once
[size=1.2]half finished on the morning before the
[size=1.2]bomb I fell to my knees I called the
[size=1.2]station over and over And when he
[size=1.2]finally picked up the phone I heard the
[size=1.2]sound of breathing That was all I needed
[size=1.2]Kenji had survived He had been thrown
[size=1.2]into a brick wall suffered burns down
[size=1.2]his back and went deaf in one ear But he
[size=1.2]lived He had spent 14 years composing
[size=1.2]songs he never thought I'd hear We met
[size=1.2]again in Tokyo and we sat in silence for
[size=1.2]hours No apology no words just the sound
[size=1.2]of my bow on his piano We began to play
[size=1.2]the piece we were never allowed to
[size=1.2]finish Tonight you will hear it This is
[size=1.2]our goodbye for the 74,000 people who
[size=1.2]died that day instantly silently without
[size=1.2]ever being able to say one last thing
[size=1.2]This song is not for fame This song is
[size=1.2]what's left of us We call it the song
[size=1.2]that was buried