I went back to the Suginami Police Station. Today I started at 14:55 and came back at 20:05. As we have no clock in the cell, we don’t know the exact time. I suppose dinner started around 17:00. When I came back, it was around 20:00, so, I ate dinner alone in the smoking room. However, any food didn’t slide down my throat.
After “eating” dinner, I went to my cell. The man who had 11 convictions asked me, “How was it?” I answered, “10 days.”
Though I lay down, I couldn’t sleep at all because the shock was too big.
Then I thought, “In 10 days I can go back to my family.” This idea encouraged me.
At that time I was not interested in the court or the trade union. Since it came to this, I didn’t know what to do.
I worried about my family. “If my wife wants to be divorced from me…, If my son is involved in a traffic accident…” My family could fall apart then. Negative assumption came to my mind. Restless night started.
23 March, 2008
Friday, August 7, 2009
No. 22 Why? What is this?
Though I couldn’t see what prompted the police to arrest me, I tried to respond to investigators honestly. Nevertheless, my detention period was extended for 10 days and decision of “Not permitting a meeting” was added. I couldn’t accept that. I could no longer get together.
When I refused the document, the man took it somewhere, writing “Refusal to accept” on a margin. I have thought, up until the day, I could come back home in a few days. My dream was broken, and I didn’t know how to recover from discouragement.
I wished the judge to look through the truth. But he imposed a new period of detention on me and prohibited me from meeting anyone except a lawyer. He deprived me of my normal life. Why has he made such a decision? Why does he take sides with the police and the prosecutors? No one listens to what I say. I had a feeling of faintness as if I were bound hand and foot with a sticky thread. I was hit by weariness, chagrin and irritation.
When I refused the document, the man took it somewhere, writing “Refusal to accept” on a margin. I have thought, up until the day, I could come back home in a few days. My dream was broken, and I didn’t know how to recover from discouragement.
I wished the judge to look through the truth. But he imposed a new period of detention on me and prohibited me from meeting anyone except a lawyer. He deprived me of my normal life. Why has he made such a decision? Why does he take sides with the police and the prosecutors? No one listens to what I say. I had a feeling of faintness as if I were bound hand and foot with a sticky thread. I was hit by weariness, chagrin and irritation.
On the way from the court, taking a back seat, I was chaotic. Why? What is this?
22 March,2008
Thursday, August 6, 2009
No. 21 Don’t be silly!
Listening to 10 days extension, I was thrown into the abyss of despair.
I had believed the judge. I had cooperated with the investigation. I had explained everything. I would be sent back to the cell and live there for 10 more days!
I was confused.
“That’s all,” said the judge.
What? What is that? My mind became a complete blank. I came back to the waiting room. A man came in with a document written as “Not permitting a meeting”. According to the man, that means forbidding me meeting anyone except a lawyer. I didn’t understand the reason why I couldn’t meet my loved ones or write letters to them.
“Why not?” I strained my voice.
The man replied coldly, “Obey what is written.”
Something broke down in my mind.
I have kept controlling myself so far. “I need nothing like this.”
I refused the document
21 March, 2008
I had believed the judge. I had cooperated with the investigation. I had explained everything. I would be sent back to the cell and live there for 10 more days!
I was confused.
“That’s all,” said the judge.
What? What is that? My mind became a complete blank. I came back to the waiting room. A man came in with a document written as “Not permitting a meeting”. According to the man, that means forbidding me meeting anyone except a lawyer. I didn’t understand the reason why I couldn’t meet my loved ones or write letters to them.
“Why not?” I strained my voice.
The man replied coldly, “Obey what is written.”
Something broke down in my mind.
I have kept controlling myself so far. “I need nothing like this.”
I refused the document
21 March, 2008
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