The first thing I thought when the police came to my house was that I would work with them. In the dramas I had seen on TV such as “Bark toward the Sun” or “The Western Police”, I had an image of the white-hat police as an actor Yujiro Ishihara performed. I thought it was no doubt an obligation of a citizen to help them. And I’m ashamed to say it, but the union meant nothing to me then. On the day of the union executive meeting, I went to play in the Tokyo Disney Land. Every time when I attended the meeting, I didn’t note down, and I threw away the documents. I didn’t dedicate myself to union activities.
The police officers who came into my house asked me, “Where is your datebook?” or “Where is your mobile phone?” I handed them to the officers saying “Here it is.” My phone was an old type with a sticker of Disney characters.
The domiciliary search was carried out first in “the room with a TV set”, next the “bedroom” and then the “third room”. They requested my presence everywhere. The officers asked me, “We want to see here,” or “Can we examine this?” Every time I answered “Yes”. One of the officers wore white gloves and took photos.
The time to be interviewed for enrollment was coming. Parent and child had to go together. We got a numbered ticket after waiting through cold night. We couldn’t cancel the interview. So I asked.
“It is time to go to the kindergarten for interview.”
“No. Wait here. You need to stay here.”
“How about my wife and son?”
“They can go.”
After that I saw them off, saying, “Sorry.” After some time they came back. When I asked my wife how the interview was going, my wife said, “We did it successfully.” I was relieved to hear that.
Finally the police officer made a catalog of confiscated goods. He confirmed one by one at the table. He seized my secret money of 856.570 yen which I had saved before marriage. 35 items were seized. In the trials afterwards they were not given in evidence. All were useless for the police. The officer said, “I’ve finished writing.” Then standing up from the table, the police officer added, “There is one more paper there. Could you come here?”
“What is it?” I stood in front of the police officer. He pulled another paper from his breast pocket and opened it, saying, “Warrant of arrest has been issued. We will arrest you.”
The police officers who came into my house asked me, “Where is your datebook?” or “Where is your mobile phone?” I handed them to the officers saying “Here it is.” My phone was an old type with a sticker of Disney characters.
The domiciliary search was carried out first in “the room with a TV set”, next the “bedroom” and then the “third room”. They requested my presence everywhere. The officers asked me, “We want to see here,” or “Can we examine this?” Every time I answered “Yes”. One of the officers wore white gloves and took photos.
The time to be interviewed for enrollment was coming. Parent and child had to go together. We got a numbered ticket after waiting through cold night. We couldn’t cancel the interview. So I asked.
“It is time to go to the kindergarten for interview.”
“No. Wait here. You need to stay here.”
“How about my wife and son?”
“They can go.”
After that I saw them off, saying, “Sorry.” After some time they came back. When I asked my wife how the interview was going, my wife said, “We did it successfully.” I was relieved to hear that.
Finally the police officer made a catalog of confiscated goods. He confirmed one by one at the table. He seized my secret money of 856.570 yen which I had saved before marriage. 35 items were seized. In the trials afterwards they were not given in evidence. All were useless for the police. The officer said, “I’ve finished writing.” Then standing up from the table, the police officer added, “There is one more paper there. Could you come here?”
“What is it?” I stood in front of the police officer. He pulled another paper from his breast pocket and opened it, saying, “Warrant of arrest has been issued. We will arrest you.”
This is my datebook. “Kindergarten” was written as a schedule of 1 November. However, “arrest” was not there. Paper of the book was tainted by red color. Maybe that was a kind of chemicals used for detecting my fingerprint. That must be changed back.
