Situation |
What was etched into my mind as a child remains even today: the image of the body of a male atomic bomb victim with burns over his entire body in front of a Jizo Buddha statue. My mother led me by the hand walking through the city until we reached the refugee center in Kure City. We could take a rest there, but I suffered from diarrhea that wouldn't stop such that my mother and grandmother were ready to give up, saying, "That's it then..." |