ABSTRACT
When the atomic bomb fell, the author was safe, being in the air raid shelter dug into a slope in a corner of the Yamazato Elementary School playground. As he looked out after a while all across the playground were human beings, as though blown over. And, crouching where mother was burnt, he touch the dirt with his fingers. They slept there, but it was tight, and what was troublesome was that my brother's legs kicked him. In time, they started to feel that his mother and big sister might have been under the house. Encouraged, they dug on, and as expected they found it to be a corpse. Maybe it was due to our efforts, or maybe his mother's soul pulled us: finally her corpse was found at a close neighbor's place.
