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When I was little, my mother told me several stories at my bedside. Among them, the stories about the air raid on Tokushima city and about a female doctor from the Edo period left a strong impression on me.

The story about the air raid was very terrifying and incredibly vivid. It happened in July 1945. When the sound of propellers began to descend with a flapping noise, the room where I was sleeping, just after being born, was hit by two incendiary bombs, and in an instant, it was engulfed in flames. The relatives who had come to evacuate us were able to rescue me because my mother had put a small mosquito net around me for infants. It was truly a miracle. The rest of the story, naturally, is that my mother, holding me as a baby, fled through the flames and flying bullets along with the relatives.

Even now, I can vividly picture that scene. Therefore, I cannot think of any current war or conflict as something distant or unrelated. Those who fall victim in war are not only soldiers but also many innocent civilians. I wonder when war will finally come to an end.

The other story features a character whose personality seems quite masculine, and her appearance and mannerisms are vividly imagined, but there’s a humorous aspect to it, which makes me laugh when my mother tells the story. However, what has made me more interested in that person’s life than her appearance or behavior is the fact that I started to care about her after I moved back to my hometown of Tokushima from Tokyo and became a high school teacher.

On the next page, I will discuss the latter story. By learning about a part of the lost, bygone era of Awa in Tokushima, I believe there will be something that moves us emotionally.


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