As we climbed atop the shattered concrete building a new morn greeted us, its warm beauty in stark contrast to the mournful ruins that lay in slumber. I imagined the children past and vibrant memories they might hold of this rooftop slide. But only the metal bones remain, slowly but surely being eroded by the countless storms that plague Gunkanjima.
The silence wasn’t to hold for long however, as a distant clatter of helicopter blades came from the horizon. Time to get back inside…