VOSHN 343

<body><a href="../index.html">HOME</a><br><table summary="321"><tr><td class="etesti">321</td><td class="edate">At the beginning of September, 1945.</td><td class="eage">36 years old at that time</td></tr><tr><td class="ei_midasi" colspan=3>In front of eyes, the body was cremated.</td></tr></table><div class="large"><p>I built a barrack on the ruins and started a small café It became dark by 6 o'clock in the evening, when I saw the next door's light in the distance  I could smell burning bodies at the first-aid station in the schoolyard in front of my house.</p><br><p>Hearing a man or a dog walking all night, I stayed up, holding my child in my arms, for many days  I was awfully scared  There was no light, only an oil lamp.</p><br><p>It was pitch-black on the ruins, and the neighbor lived too far to hear my voice  Everybody lived in a barrack  We could see the whole city of Hiroshima.</p></div></body>