VOSHN 351

<body><a href="../index.html">HOME</a><br><table summary="329"><tr><td class="etesti">329</td><td class="edate">From mid to late August, 1945.</td><td class="eage">24 years old at that time</td></tr><tr><td class="ei_midasi" colspan=3>I have to expose my fox-like face to the public and live.</td></tr></table><table summary="haikei"><tr><td class="bg" background="../../photo/img801.jpg"><div class="large"><p>I was in despair when I picked out a mirror and looked at my face.  My eyelids were twitching and drooping down, making me look like a fox.  As soon as I saw my face, I threw the mirror far away.  Everyone must have done the same things as I did.  My face had a hideous scar, but I had to expose this face to the public and live my life.  I felt desperate.</p><br><p>When I was injured by the bomb at the age of 24, I was in my youth.  I thought I was a woman who looked normal and was proud of it.  (Although I was not really sure whether I was average or not.) But in an instant I had become a woman with the ugly face.</p><br><p>I'm Catholic  I thought "I have a sin which I have to make atonement for.  I'm not so devotional, but I have to devote this suffering to God  This is divine providence."</p><br><p>I devoted all my pains to God  However when the night came, I used to sob many times, because I was a weak person.</p></div></td></tr></table></body>