Trafika Europe 7 - Ukrainian Prayer

Charles Pépin

shirt, clothes that don’t smell of sweat and of prison? There could be a small changing room where the accused could try on clothes before their trial, could look at themselves in the mirror, and could choose a nice outfit to end up getting ten years, they could serve a strong espresso before they enter, or even a glass of water… And then I take hold of myself again, I tell myself that I must be thirsty and that all the same, it is me that has killed.

I tell myself that there is something unbalanced. I have the impression that the magistrates are at home here, the court, the prosecutor, even my lawyer, today he is accompanied by two colleagues from his office unbeknown to me, they seem at home, in their palace and their habits while I am sleeping in prison. I was transported in a security vehicle and I waited, handcuffed, in a small room, surrounded by police and with nothing to eat; I waited for someone to take me in and to take off my handcuffs, standing at the entrance to the courtroom, I don’t know what we were waiting for and finally I was thrown into my holding cell like a sick person that people examine; obviously I was the one who had killed, not them. But after all, I am still not condemned, so why don’t I attend my trial freshly shaven, with an ironed

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My lawyer was supposed to be good, he is expensive, yet I believe that he was the one being the most ridiculed. I see him, his back, readjusting the piece of cloth he is wearing on his shoulder, it seems to bother him. He gets

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