VOSHN 33

<body><a href="../index.html">HOME</a><br><table summary="029"><tr><td class="etesti">029</td><td class="edate">About 30 minutes after the burst on August 6<sup>th</sup>, 1945</td><td class="eage">50 years old at that time</td></tr><tr><td class="ei_midasi" colspan=3>A naked woman was escaping with a dead baby on her back.</td></tr></table><table summary="haikei"><tr><td class="bg" background="../../photo/img131.jpg"><div class="large"><p>We desperately crawled away over the rubble of collapsed houses.  Everyone picked up a rafter or the like and poked the surface of the rubble to find a safer path to continue.  A naked woman with a baby on her back was following me.  The baby on her back was already dead.</p><br><p>"Help! Help!"  Cries were heard from under the collapsed houses.  In fact, the voices kept lingering in my ears for no less than 8 years.  "Help! Help!"  Victims under the rubble cried but I could do nothing but make my own escape. </p><br><p>The woman with a dead baby also cried, "Help us, please, Ma'am!  Look at my baby!  What's wrong with him? "  "There's nothing that can be done now, you see?  Why don't you hug him tightly to you?"  What else could I tell her?  The baby was already dead, you know.</p></div></td></tr></table></body>