I was in the shelter. Injured people all collapsed on the floor and asked me for water. "Uncle, give me some water. Water, please." The doctor nearby told me that I should not give them water since the water would kill them." Therefore, I said to them, "I will give you some later, so hold on till then." They begged me for water, vowing with their palms together in front of their faces, "I do not mind dying, so please Uncle, give me some water." I asked the doctor what I should do. He finally said, "Go ahead."
There was no bowl, so I scooped water with my hands and gave it to the injured. Soon after their throats rattled, they died. One by one, they died after having water. I said to the rest of them, "We see, you would die like those people if you drink water. You shouldn't drink." But they said, "Our throats are burning hot. We don't care if we die, please give us water. We cannot stand this any longer."
I didn't bother to ask the doctor any more what I should do. Although I felt sorry for them, I kept scooping up the water and gave to people with my hands. They made the strange noise in their throats and then died lying on their back. Dozens of them, I am not sure exactly how many of them died.
The capacity of the shelter was about 50 people, but there were more than a hundred of us were squeezed in on top of each other. Some cried in despair, "Please kill us!" I asked the doctor, "Can you please give them a shot to release the pain at least?" But he only said, "We have no means for the first aid."
When I woke up the next morning, most of them were dead.