Takeoka Chisaka, Hiroshima, Japan
One morning in August 1945, I was walking home from the night shift at a factory in Hiroshima.
As I reached my door, there was a huge explosion.
When I came to, my head was bleeding and I had been blasted 30m away. The atomic bomb had detonated.
When I found my mother, her eyes were badly burned.
A doctor said they had to come out, but he didn’t have the proper tools so used a knife instead.
It was hellish. I became a peace-worker after the war.
In the 1960s, at a meeting at the UN, I met one of the people who created the atomic bomb.