| 308 | I'd like to go where Saint Mary is, with my hair tied in three-pieces. |
| 309 | Pious and calm struggle against disease. |
| 310 | Ave Maria gratia plena. |
| 311 | Christians were noble at the point of death. |
| 312 | I imagined myself to be burned. |
| 313 | Doctor seemed to me a devil. |
| 314 | Fat of horses, leaves of persimmons, dried cuttlefish, peels of bayberry. |
| 315 | Morning is the bitterest memory. |
| 316 | I have been to the "next world." |
| 317 | A mosquito net was our house. |
| 318 | Would he come back, I wondered? |
| 319 | My younger brother appeared in my dream and told me the place he died. |
| 320 | Unknown that this is male or female. "Supposed that this is a man aged ...." |
| 321 | In front of eyes, the body was cremated. |
| 322 | "If we could die wet with rain, we were willing to do so." |
| 323 | "You're the poorest thief." |
| 324 | I could only wash the baby. |
| 325 | There was nobody who would be pleased, when my baby was born. |
| 326 | I looked at my injured face into a mirror for the first time. |
| 327 | My face had become ugly like turning my eyes away. |
| 328 | An ugly face. The cross that God gave me it. |
| 329 | I have to expose my fox-like face to the public and live. |
| 330 | I will not die. |
| 331 | Some comrades in the Army who had taken care of us died before us. |
| 332 | My son vomited a lot of blood and died. |
| 333 | I'm in such agony that I feel like going mad. |
| 334 | My two sons were both dead. |
| 335 | I'm happy. Buddha has come to meet me to Heaven. |
| 336 | A boy was playing with the bone of my daughter, poking with a stick. |
| 337 | Four of my family had died for one week. |
| 338 | My father vomited a wad of blood like liver. |
| 339 | I had to prepare for the worst thing to happen. |
| 340 | I would not be alive by midnight tonight. |
| 341 | I finally came to realise that my last day was getting close. |
| 342 | Even her tears were the colour of blood. |
| 343 | There is no medical treatment. |
| 344 | Evening primroses had been in bloom over a burial mound where we buried the dead people. |