VOSHN 328

<body><a href="../index.html">HOME</a><br><table summary="306"><tr><td class="etesti">306</td><td class="edate">After August 16<sup>th</sup>, 1945.</td><td class="eage">People carried bodies by garbage carts.</td></tr><tr><td class="ei_midasi" colspan=3>17 years old at that time</td></tr></table><div class="large"><p>People were easily to die one after another.  I wrote the number of the dead, for example five people six people, in the black board.  And they were lying on three of four lines of bedclothes in one class room.</p><br><p>I went to call the nurse.  Then, she ran back with one piece of gauze.  And she said: "I hope you pass away peacefully" and left it.  That was all.</p><br><p>While she did so my sister died there.  What came here to take her body was, well, a garbage cart.  The cart had a big box which was a one-room, just a tatami mat size.  A gentleman pulled it.  And people usually carried bodies by such garbage carts.  I still remember a sound of that my sister had been dropped in the box.  And it makes me feel sad even now.</p><br><p>The gentleman carried ten-something bodies at a time.  So he piled bodies on the cart rhythmically.  Lastly, there was a baby, I thought he was about 2 year old, had died.  And it was on the top of the pile of bodies.  So, though I had thought he did not have to pile the baby on it, he piled it quietly.  And then, he had pulled the cart without covering a net on it.</p><br><p>The baby dropped when the cart started to go.  After that, he picked up the baby on the cart casually as if he grasped a doll's head and threw it.</p><p>I wondered how many times the baby dropped from the cart till the gentleman arrived at the goal.  That really made me sad.</p></div></body>