VOSHN 85

<body><a href="../index.html">HOME</a><br><table summary="080"><tr><td class="etesti">080</td><td class="edate">On the evening of August 6<sup>th</sup>, 1945</td><td class="eage">47 years old at that time</td></tr><tr><td class="ei_midasi" colspan=3>She could tell her child by his belly-button.</td></tr></table><div class="largep"><p>"I found my son at last!" a woman exclaimed.  "Good for you!"  I said to her and then she said "I could tell him by his belly-button."</p><p>"Where is he now?"  I asked.  She showed me something large, wrapped in her <i>furoshiki</i> (wrapping cloth).</p><p>"Why?  There is no head, no arms, no legs!  His torso only?"  I asked.</p><p>"Oh, yes.  He was burned and dismembered.  His head, legs and arms were blown away separately.  So I left them as they were and brought his torso alone on my back."</p><p>Though I believed the belly-button looked so unique to the mother as to tell it belonged to her son, I couldn't help asking.</p><p>"How could you tell (it was his)?"</p><p>She said, "His belly-button.  I could tell him by his belly-button."</p><br><p>I understand anyone would become insane in such circumstances, yet I thought she should have brought his head, and left everything else behind.</p></div></body>