IT HAS BEEN A VERY LONG TIME NOW, but I remember the island where all of us lived happily — until the atomic bomb testing. We spoke no English, but for survival we had to learn a little; forgive my mistakes.
When they took us away, I was on the ship with a small boy who was rudely separated from his parents. I followed his life, from one period to the next, as best I could. My memory fails, details escape me, but I think I have put all the pieces together, as the boy struggled to finally become a man — a man from Bikini.