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<body><a href="../index.html">HOME</a><br><table summary="045"><tr><td class="etesti">045</td><td class="edate">Around noon on August 6<sup>th</sup>, 1945</td><td class="eage">22 years old at that time</td></tr><tr><td class="ei_midasi" colspan=3>I heard crying  "Help!  Hot!"</td></tr></table><table summary="haikei"><tr><td class="bg" background="../../photo/img150.jpg"><div class="large"><p>A large cannery was located just next to me.  Fire started in its kitchen.  Only one escape route was a straight path beside the factory.  We ran the path for life.  Then from the factory we heard a cry "Help me!  Very hot!".  I hate very much remembering it.  It was just Hell.</p><br><p>On our escape way, there was works producing big needles.  Its workwomen escaped and came to us.  Their skins were burnt.  And their hairs were short after catching fire.  They were covered with white ash.  The skins were peeling just like those of seasonal potatoes.  --- I don't want to see seasonal potatoes yet.</p><p>Suffering from burn, being stuck by lots of pieces of glass, and hanging both hands down like ghost, they lined the crowded street.  Together with them we ran away toward the direction of river.</p></div></td></tr></table></body>