|227||August 10th, 1945. Before dawn||37 years old at that time|
|The sound of insects broke the still of the night.|
There was a theological school. It was flat on the ground as if it had been crushed down. By the heap of rubble, there was a big tree lying down. It was a big tree and looked as though even eight people couldn't hold it up. I couldn't even walk it over, but noticed I could get through under the tree.
I took my baby down from my back to carry him on my chest and crawled through the gap. On my way, I heard a voice saying, "Water..., water..." near me. As I was startled by it and turned my face toward the voice, I found something black was squirming. I also heard other voices saying, "Water..." or "Help me..." from the opposite direction.
Were they screams of the people who had been crushed by the tree and crying for help?
I didn't know what to do and crawled out from the gap, holding my baby tight. The moment I felt relieved, I heard the sound of insects breaking the still of the night. I can't forget the sound.