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Living as a history teller (語り部としていきる)(275)Michiko Yamaoka(山岡ミチコ)50 years ago I had dreams and hopes, the same as any 15-year-old girl,in spite of being under the war. I went to the Hiroshima Central TelephoneCenter as a mobilized student. I lived my life with Mother. She had raisedme with all her heart. My growth was the only pleasure for her.On August 6, 1945, my life was turned completely by the Atomic bombthat was dropped above Hiroshima city and I lost so many friends. I still feelmy body tremble for grief and anger when I think about that day. There wereno clouds in the sky, and the city which was called "the capital of the water"was really beautiful. While I was going to the telephone exchange office towork from 9:00, I heard the explosion of a B-29. I thought it was strange tohear it because the air-raid alarm had not rung. And at the very moment Ishaded myself with the right hand, a strong light sparkled in the area justlike the times we had used a flash on a camera. I thought I had been struckby a bomb and shouted to mother, "good-bye" in my heart, and then myconsciousness faded.Voices around me helped me restore consciousness and I found myselfunder a big stone. I kept on shouting, struggling to free myself from the bigstone.Miraculously my mother came to see me, calling “Michiko, Michiko.” andfound me even though she could see only my feet. I was burnt badly, my neck,hands, and legs were terribly burnt. After rescuing me, my mother said to me“Run away quickly to somewhere where there are no fires and put linimenton your wounds.” My mother was also injured by the broken glasses andcovered in blood. Around us, there were dead bodies whose internal organsprotruded from them. Seeing them like that, and people without any clothes,or severely injured people, the scene has stuck clearly in my memory. Ithought it was just like hell. Even now, whenever I remember it, I cannotstop tears running down my face.In that moment I was burnt, scars had formed, my face was crooked, andmy arm was bent and it couldn’t be stretched. If I had lived alone, I mighthave committed suicide. But I couldn’t do so because my mother worked hardand took care of me devotedly.I had treatment in America as a Genbaku-otome (a girl injured by the