I was walking franked by policemen. Another officer walked before me. I hate anyone to see me walking with the police in handcuffs. I didn’t like it. I really hate it. I was looking down as I walked. After walking nearly 200m, I saw a silver sedan on the road. I got in the car. I sat on the backseat. Four police officers were with me, on the driver’s seat, on the assistant driver’s seat and on both sides of me. I had seen a total of six officers at the beginning, but in the car there were four of them.
“My car” entered the Metropolitan Expressway Omiya Line from local way. I had been uncuffed since leaving home. The officer repeated, “We should have handcuffed on you.” Now I come to think of it, I may have been considered by the police to know nothing at all because I didn’t resist the police on the occasion of domiciliary search. So I was released from my handcuffs.
I saw the windshield wipers brush away raindrops which hit the windscreen. Sitting in the center of the backseat, I was looking at a monotonous move of the wipers.
This is the place where I was put into the car. You can see a manhole on the yellow line of the road. A police car stopped ahead. After I got in, the cars turned right at the end of the road. This is a picture as of now. In those days there was a wire netting on the right side like the one you can see on the left, and the road looked like a silent back street. My condominium was once on the right, and then it was removed. [You can enlarge the picture by clicking.]
