Solidarity

That night it was bitterly cold. A street vendor selling salted-tea eggs saw that our home had been bombed to nothing and that our whole family was there weeping, so he gave us his eggs and refused to take a single coin. In those days of refuge and flight, everything was so hard. Even now I still remember that vendor — he is the one who left the deepest impression in my memory. I am nearly seventy now, and if he is still alive, he must be over a hundred. Our people back then were great .

 

—Wang Qunsheng, born in Tokyo, Japan in 1935

 

那天晚上天很冷，有一个卖盐茶鸡蛋的一看我们家被炸得什么都没有了，全家人在那儿哭，他就给我们盐茶蛋，但是不收我们的钱，在那个逃难的时候，什么都很困难呀！我现在还记得那个卖盐茶蛋的，这是我记忆里印象最深的一个人。我现在快七十岁了，如果他还活着，应当上百岁了。那个时候，我们的人民都非常好。

—王群生，1935年出生于日本东京