The wander through Hiroshima Peace Memorial Park is hard to put into words. Sadness engulfs the area, and a strange aura exists seventy years after the atomic bomb was dropped. A reminder of suffering, a memorial for the dead, and a strange overwhelming calm shimmers across the park. I visited with a friend, and neither of us spoke as we walked around. Buddhist monks were chanting close to the epicentre, and everyone walked with sombre expressions.