VOSHN 72

<body><a href="../index.html">HOME</a><br><table summary="067"><tr><td class="etesti">067</td><td class="edate">August 6<sup>th</sup>, 1945</td><td class="eage">25 years old at that time</td></tr><tr><td class="ei_midasi" colspan=3>I thought it was a lump of meat, but it was a new-born baby.</td></tr></table><table summary="haikei"><tr><td class="bg" background="../../photo/img211.jpg"><div class="large"><p>There were people who were almost naked lining up and passing by in front of my house.  The people looked like ghosts and their rimmed mouths and eyes were swollen large and they had burns on their hands and shoulders.</p><p>Other people were leading by the hand the people who had just lost their eyesight.</p><br><p>My house faced the street.  Suddenly one woman came through the front door of my house.  When I looked at her face, I saw that she had the appearance of a ghost from one of those old Japanese tales handed down from generation to generation.  Her hair was burned and she was stark naked and covered the private part with her hands.  She said to me, "I'm sorry, but could you lend me a <i>Kimono</i>?"  She was a young mother.</p><p>As I had been injured, I was not able to help her.  She noticed and left disheartened.</p><br><p>After a while, another young woman walked up to me, carrying a lump of meat.  I asked myself what it was.  I looked at it carefully.  It was a new-born baby.</p><p>Alas!  I really don't know how to describe that situation, to decide whether it showed the ultimate cruelty or just an awful human tragedy.</p><p>While I'm telling this story, something catches in my throat as I remember those days.</p><p>It was like hell on earth.</p></div></td></tr></table></body>