My neighbors began to come back. They were seriously injured. Entering my shop they said, "Hello, Mrs.Miura." Everyone was stark naked only with strings knotted around their wrists and ankles, which were the only parts of their clothes left unburned.
Their whole bodies were as dark as hair. Only their eyes were glaring in their dark faces. I was frightened when I saw men with big breasts. In fact, their chests were blistered from burning and these blisters were just sagging down.
A man came in and said, "Are you Mrs.Miura?" I asked, "What's your name? I can't tell who you are." He said, "Have I changed so much?" As I didn't know who he was at all, I asked again, "Who are you?"
"I am Morita," he said. "Give me your first name or I don't know which Morita you are." "I'm Fukumatsu." "Oh, my! You're Fuku-chan's dad, aren't you?" I finally identified him and said to him, "Have a seat on the cushion."
Another man came in, saying, "Mrs.Miura." "Who are you?" "I'm Yamamoto." "Yamamoto? Without your first name, I can't tell which Yamamoto you are." "I'm Otomatsu." "Oh, you are! Now, you don't seem to be able to walk alone. I'll take you to your home, O.K?" I said.
Then he asked, "Will you give me some water?" I answered, "No problem. Have as much water as you like." I didn't have the least idea at that time that water would do any harm to him. I really didn't know, I was awfully sorry.