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A wise colleague, talking about the devastation felt by an abandonned child, gave the analogy of Ground Zero at Hiroshima. I had to smile, partly in recognition of the aptness of the image but also in seeing the possibility of hope. I have been to the epicentre of the nuclear bomb blast at Hiroshima with my son and his Japanese friend. On the train journey there we made tiny, coloured, paper cranes and when we arrived we hung our strings alongside others in shelters especially built for the purpose, then walked around the Peace Park which that place has become.