 Miyoko Takahashi is a friendly but lonely Japanese woman, who lives in a humble apartment in Sydney. Awaking one morning she looks immediately at the calendar on the wall opposite. Well at least in that direction- even with her glasses on the calendar remains shapeless until Miyoko is directly in front of it. The date; August 6th, is circled and marked with the number 62. Miyoko nods. Miyoko s expression grows gloomy as she watches the day s headlines: news of a shooting, bird flu and the successful testing of a nuclear weapon. She brightens at the day s birthday announcements but then switches off the TV disappointedly. The doorbell buzzes. A pretty Young Woman smiles at Miyoko, her arms filled with flowers and a large box. Miyoko exclaims excitedly to herself in Japanese:  She remembered!  The Young Woman pushes the box at her, asking if Miyoko wouldn t mind taking care of her pet ferret while her family takes her grandmother away on a trip to celebrate her seventieth birthday. Miyoko agrees reluctantly. The young woman departs and Miyoko place the box down on a sideboard. Suddenly her eyes close tight against pain that arrives in a flash of rainbow light. In the foyer of the building two men string up the last letters of a large coloured banner. Miyoko whispers in Japanese:  They remembered!  Moving closer, her face lights up as the banner s first letters are revealed :  H A  then drops again as she realises that it actually says:  Have a Say in Your Building s Safety.  Miyoko gazes into a shop window filled with Japanese greeting cards before the flashes of pain take her again. A plane buzzes overhead. She opens her eyes to catch the friendly smile of a little girl who waves then disappears down the street. Miyoko wanders into a park and finally spots the little girl sitting on the grass with two others. They fold pieces of paper in half. Miyoko s face fills with emotion as she exclaims: "They" A cacophony of sound erupts as a group of older children swoop, attacking the little girls with paper planes. A plane roars overhead as Miyoko is overcome by the painful rainbow light. Miyoko s Specialist greets her in the waiting room of his surgery. He shows her MRI scans but to her they appear to be images from the atomic bombing of Hiroshima: a destroyed city, a mother breastfeeding her burnt baby, a boy without a face. The Specialist shows Miyoko images of her own destroyed back, tumours poke through the burnt skin. He tells her that he can t rule out the possibilty of future tumours occurring. Miyoko is silent. The Specialist says "It was today, wasn t it Miyoko?" Miyoko s face fills with emotion. "Yes" she replies. The Specialist holds Miyoko s arm as he leads her through a group of smiling people, down to a river. Miyoko places a bright lantern in the water. Around her waving banners proclaim:  We remember Hiroshima Day. 