The police station
During the booking process-fingerprints, mug shots, and finally placement in a holding cell-I feel as if trapped in a bad movie, surrounded by cold and hasty officers whose expressions totally lack compassion. The environment is humiliating, with harsh fluorescent lights accentuating every detail of that absurd moment, while a deep sense of injustice burns within me; yet, in the midst of it all, the thought of my dashcam continues to give me a faint glimmer of hope.
The Police Station
Accused of serious crimes
During questioning, the police accuse me of being involved in a series of thefts that have occurred in the area; the detective, sitting across from me, aggressively slams photos and documents on the table. “We know you are involved,” he says narrowing his eyes suspiciously, as I shake my head trying to remain calm. “I have nothing to do with any of this,” I reply firmly, but it is clear they do not believe me, and my heart begins to beat faster and faster, overwhelmed by growing concern.
Accused Of Serious Commitments
