CULTURE
“Miss Fezong, we must take your statement first. And then we shall proceed with the investigation. I hope to have your co-operation.” Said a police inspector who pointed me to a chair in front of his table.
I looked at my father, who only nodded his head. I was there at the police station for the first time. It was obvious on my part to be scared.
There was not much furniture in the room. There was a wooden table atop which there was his wooden staff and an emblem, a chair where the inspector was seated, two more chairs were arranged facing his seat, penholder, papers and files, a large wooden notice-board on the wall, a political map of our country beside our municipality diagram, a calendar and a clock. In the left corner, his subordinate was ready with his typewriter, an ag
