Visiting Hiroshima is not easy. I don’t mean that in the sense that it’s hard to get to, but in the sense that it is a weighty place. While it’s inhabitants get up and go to work like people everywhere—for an outsider nothing about this city is ordinary. “Hiroshima” is almost a metaphor for the inhumanity that people can inflict on each other. It seems almost sacraligious to laugh here, disrespectful to smile. But it’s just a city afterall.