VOSHN 366

<body><a href="../index.html">HOME</a><br><table summary="344"><tr><td class="etesti">344</td><td class="edate">At the beginning of September, 1945.</td><td class="eage">16 years old at that time</td></tr><tr><td class="ei_midasi" colspan=3>Evening primroses had been in bloom over a burial mound where we buried the dead people.</td></tr></table><div class="large"><p>After being bombed, there were a lot of burial mounds near my house.  The corpses were buried in them.  We buried the corpses and covered them with soil.  So there were several rises on the land there.</p><br><p>One evening primrose was in bloom over the burial mound.  It was very tall and had a large flower.  When I saw it, a shudder ran through me.  I didn't like evening primroses any more, even though I used to like them.</p><br><p>I thought, "There are many dead bodies under that flower.  It absorbed the nutrients of the dead bodies and that made it such a large evening primrose."  That evening primrose didn't remind me of an original pretty one.  The large evening primrose was in bloom and had a flower this big.</p></div></body>