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Re:THE POSTHUMOUS WRITINGS OF MY FATHER-IN-LAW---recollection from the end of World War II to 1953
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<Part 3>
The Soviet forces seemed to have accomplished their initial plan to transfer all the equipment taken from the factories to their own country. After Soviet forces left, the political power in this city shifted, through repeated battles, between Koumintang administration, Chinese conventional government, or Pahro, communist military government.
The factories barely continued functioning, with some running and others halting. One time I received a phone call telling me they were going to start up the coke-ovens as a broken blower had been repaired. I wanted to make sure it was started correctly, but it was around six oclock. It already passed the curfew, and I could not make it there by myself.
I decided to ask for help from the Chinese communist officers who lived in a lodging house near my home. An officer responded kindly to my request and asked me to wait in a room till he had finished his duties.
I waited for him, but there was no sign of anything going on. Some time later I heard some gunshots, gradually getting closer to the house. I guessed this place was being aimed at. I found no one else in the room. Then, it became clear that the guns were targeting this house.
Whats happening?, I looked around and tried to move to the direction what seemed to be the safest in the room. After a few moments, a Japanese soldier wearing Chinese clothes and holding a bare sword in his hand came into the room, and shouted, Is anyone here? I am Japanese!, I shouted. OK, he responded, then continuing, There they are! Take these out!, pointing at something like an ammunition box, he ordered some soldiers coming in behind him. With his sword, he violently smashed the electric light over his head and went out of the room.
It was completely dark. Groans came from upstairs. I guessed someone was killed. The room became silent. I wanted to go home but the Chinese soldier who had come to my side would not let me leave. Then I was taken, being surrounded by two soldiers, to City Hall.
Meanwhile my wife and children ran to a friend of mine whose house was across from the building I visited and in which I was detained, so that they could see what had happened to me. When I was taken outside, I saw them looking worriedly at me. Passing in front of them, I said, Dont worry! Im all right. Ill be back soon! They knew that I was all right at least.
After they took me to City Hall, it didnt seem that they were going to interrogate me at all and just kept me in custody for the rest of the day. Then, late at night, they put me in a jail cell. It was the size of four or five Tatami-mat (pretty small) and in the corner there was a toilet. It was a mess, and there were four detainees stuck there. Only boiled kaoliang and Takuan, pickled radish, were served as meals.
by Anmitsuhime
( The factory in Anshan)
To be continued to Part 4
The Soviet forces seemed to have accomplished their initial plan to transfer all the equipment taken from the factories to their own country. After Soviet forces left, the political power in this city shifted, through repeated battles, between Koumintang administration, Chinese conventional government, or Pahro, communist military government.
The factories barely continued functioning, with some running and others halting. One time I received a phone call telling me they were going to start up the coke-ovens as a broken blower had been repaired. I wanted to make sure it was started correctly, but it was around six oclock. It already passed the curfew, and I could not make it there by myself.
I decided to ask for help from the Chinese communist officers who lived in a lodging house near my home. An officer responded kindly to my request and asked me to wait in a room till he had finished his duties.
I waited for him, but there was no sign of anything going on. Some time later I heard some gunshots, gradually getting closer to the house. I guessed this place was being aimed at. I found no one else in the room. Then, it became clear that the guns were targeting this house.
Whats happening?, I looked around and tried to move to the direction what seemed to be the safest in the room. After a few moments, a Japanese soldier wearing Chinese clothes and holding a bare sword in his hand came into the room, and shouted, Is anyone here? I am Japanese!, I shouted. OK, he responded, then continuing, There they are! Take these out!, pointing at something like an ammunition box, he ordered some soldiers coming in behind him. With his sword, he violently smashed the electric light over his head and went out of the room.
It was completely dark. Groans came from upstairs. I guessed someone was killed. The room became silent. I wanted to go home but the Chinese soldier who had come to my side would not let me leave. Then I was taken, being surrounded by two soldiers, to City Hall.
Meanwhile my wife and children ran to a friend of mine whose house was across from the building I visited and in which I was detained, so that they could see what had happened to me. When I was taken outside, I saw them looking worriedly at me. Passing in front of them, I said, Dont worry! Im all right. Ill be back soon! They knew that I was all right at least.
After they took me to City Hall, it didnt seem that they were going to interrogate me at all and just kept me in custody for the rest of the day. Then, late at night, they put me in a jail cell. It was the size of four or five Tatami-mat (pretty small) and in the corner there was a toilet. It was a mess, and there were four detainees stuck there. Only boiled kaoliang and Takuan, pickled radish, were served as meals.
by Anmitsuhime
( The factory in Anshan)
To be continued to Part 4
