VOSHN 30

<body><a href="../index.html">HOME</a><br><table summary="026"><tr><td class="etesti">026</td><td class="edate">Immediately after the atomic bombings on August 6<sup>th</sup>, 1945</td><td class="eage">29 years old at that time</td></tr><tr><td class="ei_midasi" colspan=3>Who could ever have such a cruel experience?</td></tr></table><div class="largep"><p>When I came to, there was a sea of raging fire as far as I could see.  The fire moved to my house, too, when all other houses were already destroyed in my neighborhood.  I pushed through the wreckage of my house carrying my child under my arm.  With my hand covered in blood, I finally came out.  Then I found the lady next-door was caught under a beam.  She was screaming, "Help!  Help me!"  I made my child sit on the rubble and tried to remove the beam from over her.  However, it was too heavy for a woman like me to lift up.  A raging fire was closing on.  Hot air was blasting.  Saying "I'm awfully sorry," to her, I hurried to escape onto the bank of the Ota River.</p><br><p>I saw many other victims on my way, but I was able to do nothing for them.  "Help!  Help!"  Screams were heard everywhere, but I had to leave them unanswered.</p><p>Who could ever have such a cruel experience?</p></div></body>