The hot month of August, invited to play, chat and leisure idle in the street under the shade of a tree, or in the nook of a building, others-most-is busily carrying out their jobs, whatever it was. In these people was, people or residents of a nearby population of the Japanese city of Hiroshima. Suddenly the world stopped, the story, had come together at that time, around that humble people, anonymous people who did not know that was the case, nor curse the wins they had. On their face, it reflects the fear, slaughter, terror to end. Many were killed, one of the most horrible, burned by a scorching heat wave, "not knowing what was happening. Only, a great roar, a cloud of dust and the end, I finish the story. The calendar marked the bloody August 6 of 1945, the clock stood at eight hours and fifteen minutes in the morning. The United States had just to drop the atomic bomb on the Japanese cities of Hiroshima and Nagasaki.
A column of smoke rose quickly through its center, showed a terrible red all around him was a pure turbulence, fires, tens, hundreds, "multiplied everywhere, impossible to control, impossible to enumerate. The fungus, as an uncontrollable molasses rose into the sky, taking a strange purplish, the city and the hills, disappearing under the smoke. A half hour later the first explosion, began to occur a strange effect, suddenly a black rain began to fall on the area, the rain, was full of dust, soot and particularize radioactive that swept its way to all that the first explosion could not, for the following centuries contaminated water and fields.
At that time, when the U.S. attempt to end World War II, killing over two hundred thousand people in less than five minutes, Sadako Sasaki, only had two tender years, did not know it was a world war, did not know that the bomb had to raze their land was called Little Boy and even remotely knew that basically consisted of uranium-235, an isotope of Uranus. It was just a happy and energetic.
And curiously, and remained, the bomb that bias the life of the people around them or planted in other disease, even members of his family, seemed to him over it without even touching it. Sadako Sasaki, continued his life, continued to grow, he remained happy and energetic as usual. Until a few years after the humanitarian catastrophe, Sadako began to feel funny, a rarity that his age could not understand, much less to assimilate, but that seeped in character and in your face. His character talkative and a joker, it was turning into apathy and sadness, her complexion was clear more and more, until one day their closest relatives decided to take a close consultation with a doctor. Exploring the doctor could not give a more hopeless diagnosis. What at first seemed a miracle, freeing the Japanese girl radiated power of the pump was turned into the most cruel reality.
Sadako Sasaki, who had leukemia, a very high degree, caused by the radiation of the American bomb. Obviously, she was admitted to emergency in the same hospital where the disease had been detected. There among the tears and the despair of his family, slipped the hope of another girl, one of the best friends of Sadako. I enter the room of his friend with something in their hands, and in moderation and security was up to her friend and put it on your lap hiding in their hands. It was a paper crane, his friend told him that in Japanese culture, their culture, it was believed that the cranes came to live a thousand years. And the legend told that if a sick person could do a thousand of these cranes, the gods would grant a wish, the wish to cure their ailments.
The story of his little best friend, Sadako covered with hope and immediate, with the momentum of a young man who goes out to conquer the world, Sasanian Sadako began to work, making paper cranes for a day and night, until sleep overcame him, meanwhile his friend telling him company minutiae of their lives or increasing their knowledge with other legends. But between history and bow tie, came what was to come, and one day Sasanian Sadako died, when there was only built six hundred, the thousand cranes necessary for the gods to grant him his dearest wish.
But the story of Sadako, was known as the era in which the story takes place, and many Japanese children close to her, joined after his death for the cranes to the thousands missing, they did so as a tribute for her friend. And the tribute did not end there, for all children and schools in Japan, took up a collection in subsequent years, to make a great tribute to Sadako and her cranes. Finally got up with their donations and their hopes, a statue. This sculpture was placed in the middle of Peace Park at Hiroshima, reminiscent of all those killed since the launch of the pump, where children have a special place reserved for them and their dreams. Just the same site where stands the statue of a girl holding a crane in his hands.
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