A woman seated near the entrance gave me a card with No. 7 printed on it and told me to go inside and wait. I read the “funnies” until my number was called and I was interviewed. The woman in charge asked me many questions and filled in several printed forms as I answered. As a result of the interview, my family name was reduced to No. 13660. I was given several tags bearing the family number, and was then dismissed. At another desk I made the necessary arrangements to have my household property stored by the government. (Miné Okubo)
Erik M. Bachman 