The car got to the Suginami Police Station. We went up a stairway to the third floor. There was a lockup on the floor. I was extradited to the officer of the Station.
“I will call you No.7,” said the officer. We were numbered while detained and called by numbers instead of names. From that time on my name was “No.7.”
There were cells inside a thick iron door. I went through a physical checkup such as body height and weight, and then presence of damage was ascertained. I was released from my handcuffs, and was allowed to wear only underpants. I heard that the police checked my body in order to draw a distinction between the old damage and the new one created while detained. After their check I changed into sportswear which I brought with me.
All my belongings from my house were inspected. I couldn’t bring a long towel into the room. “Only a hand towel is allowed,” the officer said, adding, “The reason is to prevent suicide.”
I was so scared in the community cell, because I was surrounded by people under suspicion. For 29 years I had lived honestly. Why should I live with them? I was thrown into the abyss of despair with feelings of loneliness and fear.
Keihin-Tohoku line
I used to drive
About Me
- oguro
- I am a 34 year-old man of Tokyo birth. After finishing schools in Saitama, at the age of 18 I was employed by the East Japan Railway Company (JR East). I worked for the Company as a station staff, a conductor and a driver. My hobby is playing basketball. If I catch a cold, I can recover from my disease by reading “Slam-dunk” (popular comics on basketball). The most favorite scene is in Vol. 31. Of course I also take a medicine. On holidays from work, I play with my kids. I am a normal citizen. However, I was arrested and detained for 344 days at the age of 29. In the jail cell next door a secretary of the Foreign Ministry who had been suspended from his job because of indictment was also detained. I associate with him now.