Kenjiro Okazaki

  Though I found them in a swamp, only a handful of them have been identified so far.
  We have turned aside from a road; the girl, using neither of her eyes, is regarding
  it from her mother's back. If it is true that we are on the verge of dying, we should
  be able to feel our throat wheezing, and our hands and feet getting cold. Trying to
  calm down, we totter around, half asleep, and we are ready to die of hunger even
  before we get hungry. How can we get home.