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down the stairs! What shall I do?” I felt weak at the knees to have seenthat. Then I looked out from the window and was astonished. Eventhough it was still the morning, outside it had changed into a dark night.Burning flames from the windows of all the buildings such as The Bankof Japan, Chugoku Bank, City Office and an insurance company lit upthe city. Big camphor trees were burnt black. Poles here and there hadfallen and their wires were lying on the ground and timber which waspiled up on the ground was on fire. The whole city of Hiroshima wasburning fiercely in flames.My left eye was scooped out, and my face had a large wound, but Icouldn’t realize that my face looked like a monster. I thought I shouldescape quickly and jumped down from the window of the second floor. Ilooked in all directions the west side, the south and the north were allburning furiously. I ran away towards Hijiyama which was on the eastside of the city as comparatively it didn't seem to be burning so much. Ilooked back the way I had just come, and I saw flames chasing me withincreasing force. I was very scared and frightened. That's why I could notlook back again.When I reached the riverside of Kyoubashi River, there were a lot ofpeople whose hair was frizzled, their skin was nearly peeling off andthey were shouting loudly to the people on the opposite shore.Because Tsurumi Bridge was burning and Kyoubashi River was inhigh tide, many people who could not swim were asking for help. Aftergreat pains, I escaped to the river banks, but I was anxious as I could notsee well. However, a member of staff from the telephone exchangestation came to help me. Luckily he had a cigarette which was valuableat that time and he pressed the lit end of it against the wound on myface to stop it bleeding. Then Ms. Wakida, our homeroom teacher, cameto help me.“We can’t run away to the other side by crossing the bridge any more,we can only escape by swimming. But, can you swim?” She asked me.“Yes, I can.” I replied. “Well, I’ll hold your hand.” She said and we beganto swim, but I became blind and almost fainted on the way. “Do your best!We’re almost there!” She encouraged me again and again. Then, wecould finally reach the other side of the river and she took me towardHijiyama. Though so many students lost their lives in the river, I was