Transcript · English → Portuguese
Personal Account of Arrest in Japan
Sou viciado em cetamina em recuperação e meu vício me levou a ser preso no
Japão
e mantido detido por cinco meses.
Nove policiais invadiram meu quarto de hotel.
Eles tinham um mandado judicial para revistar meu quarto de hotel e
levar meu laptop e meu celular. Então, fui levado à delegacia, onde
fui interrogado por 24 horas. Assim que cheguei ao Japão,
quis obter cetamina. Mandei mensagem a um amigo
que achei que conseguiria me encontrar alguém no Japão.
Disseram—
O sistema prisional japonês funciona sob uma rígida disciplina militar e
uma rotina altamente estruturada, em que cada minuto do dia de um detento é
cronometrado meticulosamente.
Eu tinha enviado a eles o dinheiro e meu endereço.
Em 12 de abril, às 7h30 da manhã, nove policiais
invadiram meu quarto de hotel com um mandado de prisão.
Fingi que não sabia. Eu disse: "Não sei por que vocês estão aqui." Muito,
muito rapidamente, depois que o intérprete meio que explicou,
senti um aperto no estômago.
Levaram-me para a cadeia. Quando cheguei à cadeia, tive de
tirar minhas próprias roupas e vestir as roupas que me deram, e eu
fui colocada numa cela. Essa cela
era como uma cadeia estereotipada. Havia grades de prisão.
Havia um piso de bambu. Eu tinha um futon,
mas só podia usar o futon durante as horas de dormir.
Então, eles me davam o futon
à noite, e eu o estendia e podia dormir.
No primeiro dia em que estive naquela cadeia, eu estava me acostumando a tudo.
De manhã, trouxeram-me comida que tinham comprado
na loja de conveniência, que era um rolinho
de ovo. Eu tinha de devolver o futon porque
não se pode tê-lo quando
você está na cadeia e não consegue dormir.
Não havia nada lá, apenas um vaso sanitário.
Depois, fui levada a uma sala para falar com um defensor público.
O defensor público me disse que eu enfrentaria cerca de
cinco meses, mas precisava ser honesta e dizer a verdade.
Era assim que eu sairia mais rápido.
Eu lhes contei que não tinha sido honesta sobre como eu
sabia o que chegaria pelo correio, e eles me disseram: "Você deveria ser
honesta. Eles têm todas as provas.
Isso será melhor para o seu caso." Então, essa reunião
realmente me abalou. Percebi que precisava ser honesta,
e, no segundo dia, tiveram que me deter oficialmente, o que
significa que eu tinha que ir ao tribunal, e o
promotor e o juiz me deteriam oficialmente.
Eu estava no carro com eles e
Estupidamente, quando chegámos ao tribunal, eu sabia que
na traseira do carro, as minhas coisas estavam lá, e sabia que nas minhas coisas
havia
um cigarro e um vape. Pensei: «Só quero um cigarro.
Só quero acalmar-me.» E tirei a mão
da algema e depois meti-a na traseira da
bagageira para tentar apanhar o vape. Enquanto fazia isto,
eles deram por isso. Tentaram imobilizar-me,
voltar a algemar-me,
e eu dei pontapés e gritava.
Por fim, tiraram-me do carro.
Na minha cabeça, pensei que podia tentar fugir e talvez
conseguisse outro passaporte, nadar até outra ilha.
Quando chegámos ao tribunal, levaram-me para uma sala separada, onde
me mostraram
um vídeo do que aconteceria naquele tribunal quando eles
me deter oficialmente. Por fim, fui levado para a
sala com o juiz e o promotor.
Tive que responder a algumas perguntas. Essas perguntas eram principalmente sobre
minha residência no Japão, porque esse foi o principal motivo pelo qual
fui detido. Se eu tivesse residência no Japão,
eu não teria
sido detido. Eles me fizeram algumas perguntas.
Eu disse a eles que era culpado. Eles me detiveram oficialmente
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Original transcript (English)
I'm a recovering ketamine addict, and my addiction led me to be arrested in Japan and held in detainment for five months. Nine police officers raided my hotel room. They had a court warrant to search my hotel room and to
take my laptop and my phone. I was then taken to the police center, where I was interrogated for 24 hours. As soon as I landed in Japan, I wanted to get ketamine. I messaged a friend who I thought would be able to find me someone in Japan. They said-
Japan's prison system operates under strict military style discipline and a highly structured routine where every minute of an inmate's day is meticulously timed. I had sent them the money, my address. On April 12th at 7:30 in the morning, nine police officers
raided my hotel room with a warrant for my arrest. I played dumb. I was like, "I don't know why you're here." Very, very quickly after the translator kind of explained, the pit of my stomach dropped. I got taken to the jail. Once I got to the jail, I had to
change out of my own clothes into the clothes that they provided, and I got put in a cell. This cell was like a stereotypical jail. There was jail bars. There was a bamboo flooring. I had a futon, but I could only use the futon in the sleeping hours.
So they would give me the futon in, in the evening, and I would lay it out and I could sleep. The first day I was in that jail, I was getting used to everything. In the morning, they brought me food that they had bought from the convenience store, which was a egg
roll. I had to give them the futon because you're not allowed it when you're in the jail and you're not sleeping. There was nothing in there, just a toilet. Then I got taken to a room to speak to a public lawyer.
The public lawyer told me I was looking at about five months, but I needed to be honest and tell the truth. That was how I was going to get out of this quicker. I told them the fact that I hadn't been honest about how I knew that what was coming in the post, and they said to me, "You should be
honest. They've got all the evidence. This will be better in your case." So this meeting really hit me hard. I realized I needed to be honest, and on day two, they had to officially detain me, which means that I had to go to the court, and the
court prosecutor and the judge would officially detain me. I was in the car with them, and stupidly, when we arrived to the court, I knew in the back of the car that my stuff was there, and I knew in my stuff that there
was a cigarette and a vape. I thought, "I just want a cigarette. I just want to just calm down." And I slipped my hand out of the handcuff and then put it in the back of the boot to try and get the vape. As I was doing this, they kind of noticed. They tried to pin me down,
put me back in the handcuffs, and I kicked off, and I was screaming. Eventually, they got me out of the car. In my head, I thought I could try and run away and maybe I could get another passport, swim to another island.
Once we got to the court, they took me into a separate room where they showed me a video of what would happen in this courtroom when they would officially detain me. Eventually, I got taken into the room with the judge and the prosecutor.
Had to answer some questions. Those questions were mainly about my residency in Japan because that was the main reason why I was detained. If I had a residency in Japan, I wouldn't have been detained. They asked me some questions.
I told them I was guilty. They officially detained me
