VOSHN 171

<body><a href="../index.html">HOME</a><br><table summary="160"><tr><td class="etesti">160</td><td class="edate">August 9<sup>th</sup>, 1945.  In the afternoon</td><td class="eage">14 years old at that time</td></tr><tr><td class="ei_midasi" colspan=3>I was sleeping surrounded by flowers.</td></tr></table><table summary="haikei"><tr><td class="bg" background="../../photo/img431.jpg"><div class="large"><p>I was sleeping almost buried under surrounding flowers.  I was dreaming then.  As I was sleeping comfortably, before long I heard faintly somebody's voice's calling me,</p><p> "Miss.Kondo!"</p><p>I thought,</p><p> "Somebody is coming.  I wish that he let me sleep here."</p><br><p>I did not remember how I was dug up and rescued.  The ceiling beams of factory fell down and I seemed to have been crushed under the beams.  And then a big sound like an explosion of bomb came again.</p><br><p>People near me were fleet-footed so that they were able to evacuate to underground air-raid shelters.  As a result I was left alone.  Nobody brought me into the shelter.  I thought,</p><p> "I can do nothing anymore.  I will not survive.  This is my end."</p><p>I wanted to cry but I didn't even feel that I could do so.</p><br><p>I watched any sign in surroundings.  I was surrounded by red flames.  Seeing it, I thought that I would not survive, I was the end and I half despaired.  Thereafter I was crying,</p><p> "Help me!  Please help me!"</p><p>Then a man, who was pulling quilt futon (mattress) drenched with water over himself, rushed to me and covered me up with a futon.</p></div></td></tr></table></body>