VOSHN 195

<body><a href="../index.html">HOME</a><br><table summary="183"><tr><td class="etesti">183</td><td class="edate">August 9<sup>th</sup>, 1945.  30 minutes after the explosion</td><td class="eage">37 years old at that time</td></tr><tr><td class="ei_midasi" colspan=3>Your face looks like a monster.</td></tr></table><table summary="haikei"><tr><td class="bg" background="../../photo/img455.jpg"><div class="large"><p>The building of the college hospital was collapsed and I was standing in the dark.  Concrete blocks were falling down from the ceiling.  I was at a loss what to do.  I noticed that six feet ahead was in the sea of flames.  Doctors were helplessly standing with their bags there, not knowing what to do.  I felt that I would die if I stayed here.  So I looked for the way for escape.</p><br><p>From one side smokes were coming, and from the other side fires were coming.</p><p>"Is it a hell?" I thought and shouted,</p><p> "Help me, help me.  Help me, please!"</p><p>But nobody came.  Everyone was down on the ground, or was almost dying.</p><br><p>There was nothing I could do, so I was lying down there.  Then I heard a voice from the other side, shouting,</p><p> "Crawl and try to come this way."</p><p>I thought,</p><p> "That's right, nobody cares if I were on my own.  But I can't leave my husband and children behind."</p><p>She said to me,</p><p> "Your face looks like a monster."</p><p>And her face looked like a monster too.  She was praying to God as she was probably a Catholic.</p><p>And then we shed tears and tried to laugh together.</p></div></td></tr></table></body>