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Messages from Nagasaki

Japanese version

Suzuko Baba (female)
 24 years old at the time / current resident of Nagasaki

Photographer: Eiichi Matsumoto.
The scenes of the A-bombed city are introduced here. The photographs are not directly connected with the messages.
The scenes that are still etched in my mind:

Using chopsticks to pluck maggots coming out of the ears of a 1st-grade boy lying in the corner of the room.

A mother brushing aside her daughter of five or six years of age, who clung to her crying, "Mommy, mommy."

A man slumped over a school drinking fountain (outdoors), dead.

A doctor putting black ink-like medicine on a patient's stomach because there was nothing else he could do when he saw the intestines had come out.

A patient begging me for water, but being told not to give it to them without knowing why...and feeling sorry for them.

Classroom one: for those needing treatment. Classroom two: for those about to die. Classroom three: for those who were dead. The stench from the room for the dead was overwhelming.

At that time, the Women's Association was working very hard. B-29s were flying through the pitch-black sky. I hurriedly put out the fire, which had been used for cooking lunch, and rushed to the air raid shelter.

It brings tears to my eyes even now when I recall sleeping on the wooden floor of a big hall with only a blanket. There was a pregnant woman, so I rushed off to call a midwife, but my legs wouldn't stop shaking.
The president and most of the other members of the Women's Association have passed away, but although I am nearing 89, I am thankful that I can recall and write my memories, albeit poorly, and am grateful I am happy.

I used to put out the fire and carry my child on my back to the air raid shelter whenever I heard a siren during the war. Now, she has a child. She can cook rice and do laundry with just the push of a button, and diapers are now disposable. Life is easy.
I'll tell her about my experiences.