VOSHN 22

<body><a href="../index.html">HOME</a><br><table summary="018"><tr><td class="etesti">018</td><td class="edate">At the moment of the explosion on August 6<sup>th</sup>, 1945</td><td class="eage">14 years old at that time</td></tr><tr><td class="ei_midasi" colspan=3>My friend's face was largely skinned and his torn skin was falling off.</td></tr></table><div class="largep"><p>The flash lit up everywhere.  I felt like I was thrown into a blast furnace.  Or maybe it was like fire was raining down from the sky.</p><p>Or maybe it was like I felt the brightness behind my closed eyes as I was lying on the beach facing the glaring summer sun.</p><br><p>Being on the road along the river then, I slid down the stone steps and jumped into the river just like everyone else.  I don't really remember how I was at that time, but I now imagine I was burning.  I found a friend of mine in the water.  He was as tall as me.  He looked at me and asked, "Is there anything wrong with my face?"  I saw his face was skinned largely and his torn skin was hanging around his neck.  It looked like a melting candle.  I told him that his face skin was falling off.  Maybe, I looked as miserable as, or even worse than him, but there was no knowing about myself.  In fact, it never occurred to me to reflect upon my own condition, even after seeing my friend's injury.</p></div></body>