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I am a Japanese artist.
I had an aunt who was exposed to the radiation from the atomic boming in Hiroshima.
Her dauter born the following year developed thyroid cancer,and her son born later had no brain.
During August 2011 ,I interviewed three female atomic bomb survivors at Nagasaki Genbaku Home,a welfare facility for atomic bomb survivors,in hopes to relay their thoughts from their experience to the younger generation.
The following is an abstract of one of them

<Ms Kazuko Nagase(73years old when I intervied)>  
*Shiroyama Elementary school ・・500m far from the
  center of atomic bomb attack.

I was a first -grader at Shiroyama Elementary school when I was exposed to the radiation of the atomic bomb .At that moment I thouht that sparks came out of my eyes. I fell uncontious being trapped under my collapsed house.(That was how I injured my leg and became disabled.) When I regained my conciousness and saw my aunt's badly crushed face,I fainted again. The next time I woke up ,I found myself in a bomb shelter.The world seemed to be turned upside down. Someone from beside, her entire body burnt red, her eyes and mouth deformed, called out "Kazuko".I looked carefully at her and found out that it was my mother.My elder sister also looked like my mother. Both of them died the next day. My fathe rtook their body to the waterless river.There,he spread the firewood that my mother used for cooking, placed their bodies on top, lit the firewood and burned their bodies. Most of my neighbors were also dead, so my father placed each body on top of the wood and burned the bodies as if he were baking potatoes. My younger brother had inhaled poisonaous gas. Purple spots formed all over his body ,and eruptions formed on his head here and there. He wanted water too ,but he, too ,eventually died.
Out of ten siblings ,only my elder brother, my eldest
sister and I survived. The remaining six either died or were missing. It rained often after the bombing ,so my father built a shack from timber and tin seets that he picked up. He eventually built a small house ,but he also died in November. Later my second brother sold that house for his living and I had no place to live. I grew up hopping from one house to another ,babysitting for a living.
When I was around 20,my elder brother build a small house and I lived in with him.
He eventually got married. I was extremely bullied by his wife. She really must have despised me. She took away my futon ,my personal seal and my 3000-yen allowance I was receiving monthly from the hospital for atomic bomb survivors. She forced me to work as a live -in at a garment factory in Osaka. In order words ,I was kicked out. There since I had no knowledge of dressmaking ,I was transferred to do housework labor.
I had to babysit ,do all of the house chres for the president's residence, prepare meals for 40 live-in workers and their families, and also clean up after each meal all by myself. It was hard work. Food was scarce. The live-in workers and I were able to eat fish just once in five years. .I worked too much that my bad leg got worse so I had to quit the job. I went back to Nagasaki and had a surgery. In the hospital there wrere a kind doctor and he introduced me to a vocational training school for the disabled. I was able to study dressmaking there. I was so happy then. I finally was able to get educated. I learned to sew business suits for men after living in the dormitory for a year.
But after that since there weren't any decent job offers and I had no place to go ,I've been at this care center since I was 37.
There weren't much happy moments in my life. and I can't recall how many times I thought of dying.

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