VOSHN 104

<body><a href="../index.html">HOME</a><br><table summary="098"><tr><td class="etesti">098</td><td class="edate">August 7<sup>th</sup>, 1945</td><td class="eage">6 years old at that time</td></tr><tr><td class="ei_midasi" colspan=3>I was lost even to step on corpses</td></tr></table><table summary="haikei"><tr><td class="bg" background="../../photo/img307.jpg"><div class="large"><p>I went to the burned-down ruins of my house and took my father's skull in my hands.  I only thought that it was dad's bone.  I think that feeing sad or crying come into mind only after quite many days pass.  At that time I felt nothing emotional.</p><br><p>My father's skull was quite big and my brother's was big too.  I felt later on that it must have been terribly hot when they were burnt alive as they were screaming.  However at that time I felt nothing.  That's how it is.  Back then I just did what I did...</p><br><p>The earth around the ruins turned red and was still hot.  Out from a faucet of the water supply that was broken, the water was gushing.  I dug the ground, standing on one foot as a time to avoid the heat.  And then those white things (bones) came out rumbling.  They rumbled out of the places where my mother told me to dig, who was together with them at the atom bombing.  That's all.  There was no room for me to have emotions.  You can't have feelings unless you are somehow mentally available for yourself.</p><br><p>I saw that surroundings were destroyed all at once, mountains of dead bodies, and of dying people.  I became so familiar with the evil that my emotion ceased.  I felt nothing even when I walked on corpses.</p></div></td></tr></table></body>