In Japanese summer, the cicadas scream in the sweltering air, their voices tangled with the memories of August 1945. In that same heat, Hiroshima and…

In Japanese summer, the cicadas scream in the sweltering air, their voices tangled with the memories of August 1945. In that same heat, Hiroshima and…
I came back to Tokyo late last year after having served in Baghdad as Japan's ambassador to Iraq. It was a great relief to return home after several…