In 1956 I visited this site....It was enclosed with fencing....Nearby was a little stand where a Japanese man sold pieces of tile that had bubbles on the surface caused by the heat of the blast and sold also beer bottles that had melted flat in that horrible instant...I talked with this man that spoke English well enough for us to have a conversation and we quickly became friends.....He told me that he was about 3/4 of a mile from the blast when the bomb went off and had his back to the blast....He was a mason and was laying stone....He told me he was wearing a floral patterned shirt that was uniquely stitched with black thread....He took of his shirt to show me the "photographed" shirt he was wearing that day....The black stitching showed up as raised bumps around his arms and shoulders and the flowers etched into his flesh in a raised pattern...We went and had lunch together and after getting back to his shed asked me if I would like to go inside the Dome...He took me over to a section of the fence and lifted it open for me to crawl through....Once inside the Dome I looked up and through the Dome and a feeling shivered through my body....a feeling I never forgot and that was 49 years ago..joe jodima@juno.com