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Emiko Yuasa (female)
'Chokubaku' 1 km from the hypocenter / 15 years old at the time / current resident of Hyogo5791
Photographer: Eiichi Matsumoto.
Ｔhe scenes of the A-bombed city are introduced here.
The photographs are not directly connected with the messages.
In this heart of a 75-year-old still lurks the agonizing groan of my parents, brothers and relatives. The cursed A-bomb took the life of my five family members in an instant. I was happy then even though we had nothing; I never even imagined that I would be cast out to the world all by myself. I thought my family had run away somewhere, so I looked for them all around Shiroyama-machi. But there were only many charred corpses and debris. At last I arrived at the pond in back of Yahata Shrine, which had become hell. There were lots of people who arrived desperately to drink water. They died with the water just beyond their reach. They died with their hands stretched out in vain; maybe they just wanted to cling onto something? Their clothes were scorched by the heat and the corpses were all naked. Their faces were unidentifiable.
I was flooded with sudden grief. Tears flooded out and my heart seemed to break. "Mother, mother!" I shouted at the top of my lungs, but there was no answer. I cried until I ran out of tears. "Please take me with you," I wished desperately. At one point, I lost my spirit, and became a sleepwalker. My hair fell out, and people thought I would not make it, but I somehow overcame the line between life and death, and regained my health. How many people in the world know about the A-bomb that claimed the lives of tens of thousands of innocent victims? I wish for the young people of the next generation to turn their eyes toward the preciousness of peace and the value of human life.