VOSHN 348

<body><a href="../index.html">HOME</a><br><table summary="326"><tr><td class="etesti">326</td><td class="edate">Late August, 1945.</td><td class="eage">13 years old at that time</td></tr><tr><td class="ei_midasi" colspan=3>I looked at my injured face into a mirror for the first time.</td></tr></table><table summary="haikei"><tr><td class="bg" background="../../photo/img306.jpg"><div class="large"><p>I was able to manage to save my life after I had suffered from burns all over my body.  "I'd like to look at myself with a mirror," I asked my family.  But they replied that the mirror was broken and we lost it.</p><br><p>Gradually I recovered and (one day) I got out of bed and looked at the corner of the room while my family was out.  There was a big dressing table sitting heavily  There was a cloth covering the mirror.  I wondered if the mirror was sitting there.  "Why did they tell me that there was no mirror in this house?"</p><p>I crawled to the mirror and took off the cloth.  Although it had been surely broken, one-third remained so there was enough space to look at my face in it.</p><br><p>For the first time I looked at my face that had been injured by the atomic bomb.  I couldn't believe the fact.  Although I had been feeling my face many times, I couldn't see the previous shape that I used to have up to 8:15 a.m. on August 6th in 1945.</p><br><p>I had wanted to devote myself to the nation so I hurried that morning and rushed to the meeting place.  The result turned out to be this reality.  I didn't imagine such a result at all.  It was a great shock to me.</p><br><p>Being deprived of the beauty of a face, it's equal to death for women.  I had suffered the most from my childhood to my adolescence.</p></div></td></tr></table></body>