VOSHN 97

<body><a href="../index.html">HOME</a><br><table summary="092"><tr><td class="etesti">092</td><td class="edate">On the evening of August 6<sup>th</sup>, 1945</td><td class="eage">20 years old at that time</td></tr><tr><td class="ei_midasi" colspan=3>Maybe it was my mother's soul that visited me</td></tr></table><table summary="haikei"><tr><td class="bg" background="../../photo/img236.jpg"><div class="large"><p>It was the 6th of August.  With the elementary school students, I was evacuating to the countryside from Hiroshima city for some time.</p><p>Among the students, some suffered from night enuresis.  It became my night duty to take three or four students to the toilet at midnight.  It was always the same students.</p><br><p>At that night, after taking the children to pee, I saw a woman in a white <i>kimono</i> standing by the toilet.</p><p>It frightened me up and I ran to the dorm mother to tell her.</p><p>"There is a ghost in a white <i>kimono</i> in the toilet.  Come with me, now!"  "Don't scare the children by saying something like that out loud.  What will happen if they get frightened, and stop going close to the toilet?  I don't want that kind of trouble, OK?"</p><br><p>Maybe it was my mother's soul, lost in Hiroshima by the atomic bomb, which came to see me.  Every time I tell this story, it is always denied.</p><br><p>That happened in the midnight of 6th of August.</p><p>My mother had once visited me all the way to where we were evacuating.  Since she knew where I was, having no words by seriously burned by the bomb, her soul might have come to see me.  That is what I think.</p></div></td></tr></table></body>