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The journalist walked into the room and straight away he was
amazed at the many pictures everywhere of identical
twins. Babies, College girls, toddlers, you name it. And then he saw
her. An old woman of about late 60's early 70's or roundabout - he
couldn't tell. Her eyes were full of wisdom but also sadness.
"Thankyou for co-operating, Mrs Xianghua Chun," said the journalist. Xianghua or Mrs Chun as he called her just smiled, a sad smile.
"This is gonna be great," thought the journalist. "My new book about the bombing of Hiroshima is gonna surely be a bestseller." The woman was holding a bunch of crumpled papers.
"These are the memories and diaries of my sister and I," she whispered. "Now are you ready to be transported back?" She had to stop and cough a bit. "Are you ready to be transported back to the bombing of Hiroshima?"