twelve midnight. Inside was not dark, as there was a light on. Other people seemed asleep, so I entered quietly.Near the door a futon was set up for me. Maybe someone of my roommates did it. First I visited the toilet in the deepest of the cell quietly. I saw three other people there.
My futon was thin and hard. Though a large-sized air conditioner was working, it was too cold. I was terribly sleepy as I had had little sleep since the previous night. However, I was too highly strung to get to sleep. I stared at the ceiling. I had been sleeping in my own room half a day ago! What would happen to me? How did my wife and son feel when they saw me arrested. I worried about them. I wondered what they were doing. My parents-in-law might be anxious also. So might be my mom.
The police officer told me to see the prosecutor the next day.
“What is the difference between the police officer and the prosecutor?” “Why must I have such a bitter experience?” “I hope I’ll be home in a few days. I can go back soon!”
Vexation, fear or a mixture of emotions filled my heart. I felt as if I was troubled with a nightmare. Tears welled up in my eyes.
