As the most expected tourist spot, I straight headed to the Nagasaki Atomic Bomb Museum from the bus-depot. I stood staring at the clock that has narrated the tale of the city for 75 years now, at the exact same time, 11:02, as when humans took over nature in this city. The museum reeked of its infamous past in much length and breadth. As agony filled those walls, it was even more painful to witness men and women asking forgiveness for the doings of their forefathers from ashes. Just when I thought humanity couldn't steep any further and made a rushing exit from the museum, I was greeted by the successors of the same ashes with the brightest smiles on their faces. They taught me origami cranes, and wished me hope for a lifetime and peace for all! And in that moment I realised, the places that see the worst of humanity are also the places that wish for its best.