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
