translation: my colleague, mr hishinuma, was communicating with headquarters from the driver's cab. mr takahashi, was wiping the platform with newspaper. i saw a trail of spots. it looked like oil spilt as it had been carried out of the train onto the platform. i put the crumpled newspapers which had been used to wipe the floor in a plastic bag. the three of us put all the newspapers in the bag. i was worried that these things might explode so i took the bag downstairs to the office. then i heard mr takahashi had collapsed. the unseen chemicals striking people down in a matter of seconds. they choked and vomited, some were blinded and paralysed. one of the first confirmations that a deadly nerve gas had caused the poisoning was given by this doctor. "it is sarin," he said, "it is one of the worst of all poisons." translation: by then my body had started shivering. i tried to make a report about the 8:12am train but my hand was shaking and i couldn't even write eight. so i took my cap and uniform off and washed my face. i guess i was trying to pull myself together. then i collapsed.