VOSHN 362

<body><a href="../index.html">HOME</a><br><table summary="340"><tr><td class="etesti">340</td><td class="edate">September 4<sup>th</sup> in the evening, 1945.</td><td class="eage">37 years old at that time</td></tr><tr><td class="ei_midasi" colspan=3>I would not be alive by midnight tonight.</td></tr></table><div class="large"><p>I was told to have a bath in the refugee centre.  When I had a bath and wiped my back with a towel, I felt sick and then couldn't move.  I was helped and was held by someone who made me lie down in another room.</p><br><p>There was a room next to mine that was only separated by a paper sliding door.  In there I heard some relatives talking in low voices.  I was conscious and was able to hear what they were talking about.  "The shadow of her death is already on her face.  Her pulse is beginning to stop.  By midnight she will not be alive."</p><br><p>At that time I was not scared of dying and I didn't think I would.  I only thought, "I really didn't want to come to a refugee centre.  If I die, I really want to die in Hiroshima where my husband and two children passed away."</p></div></body>