In a book about the immediate aftermath of the bombing of Hiroshima, it was written that “swallows whose feathers were scorched and were unable to fly were walking along the ground by hopping about.” Naturally, there was no trace left of the birds that had been flying through the center of the explosion, but the very fact that swallows, the most agile of all birds, had their feathers scorched illustrates the instantaneous power of the atomic bomb like nothing else. Did chicks wait endlessly in their nests for their parents, which were no longer able to fly?

A long time has passed since the atomic bomb fell on Hiroshima, and many of the city’s citizens are the children and grandchildren of the victims of the bombing. Nevertheless, the things that were destroyed at that time are carried within them and do not end. Therein lies the extraordinary nature of this atomic bomb, I feel.

Children are the hope of the future. In order for the world that new generations live in to continue to be peaceful, I want as many people as possible to convey the story of Hiroshima to the adults of the world. It is this wish that I embodied in the poster.