I was in the factory. It turned pitch-dark around there. At the very moment of the blast, I felt I was hit on my head, then I had a dull headache and my ears were ringing. under the first shock of explosion, I thought that the bomb hit us. And soon the blast attacked over me repeatedly. I got down on my arms and legs to hold myself up. But the blasts was too strong to resist. They surged in waves three times or four. However hard I made an effort not to fall down, the blasts gave strong pushes on my back.
I could vaguely see the window, and tried to walk toward it. But I couldn't, because the corrugated metal panels of the roof fell down, and the machines and materials were scattered around. I frantically crawled close to the window, as if I had been swimming.
Jumping out of the window, I found a few people scattered here and there: one was here and another was there. One of the bodies was puffed up by the blast, and slashed from the shoulder to the waist by the metal panel that fell down to it. The cut was wide open that you could see, and the blood was running on. Another person got the eyeballs out of their sockets and hung down on the cheeks. Eyeballs are supposed to hang down on the cheek when they were off the sockets, don't they?
Women's hair were standing up, all of them. I had heard that terror makes hair stand up. Just as it is said, their hair were standing upward. And their eyeballs got out of their sockets. They clung to their friends.......