the same.
—The day of my hearing came. I said
goodbye to my new friend and
wished him the best. Then I was
handcuffed and put in the back of a
police van and driven to the
courthouse to meet my fate. In
South African courts, to minimize
your exposure and your
opportunities for escape, the
holding cell where you await your
hearing is a massive pen below the
courtroom; you walk up a set of
stairs into the dock rather than
being escorted through the