VOSHN 344

<body><a href="../index.html">HOME</a><br><table summary="322"><tr><td class="etesti">322</td><td class="edate">After the middle of August, 1945.</td><td class="eage">14 years old at that time</td></tr><tr><td class="ei_midasi" colspan=3>"If we could die wet with rain, we were willing to do so."</td></tr></table><div class="large"><p>I lived in a barrack on the ruins with my grandmother and my little younger sister.  The barrack was built with unburned lumber leaned on the cliff.</p><br><p>We had a lot of rain in that autumn and once it rained, our barrack was flooded by the water, falling down the cliff and pouring into the puddle.  So I, my grandma and my sister were under only one umbrella and soaked to the skin all night.</p><br><p>At dawn I saw our bedding sopping wet and 'geta' (Japanese clogs) floating on the water.  "If we could die wet with rain, we all were willing to do so," I thought, staying up through the night.</p></div></body>