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The caretaker went back to his seat. When Dada’s old friend was called, a court officer had to help him to the box. Kim Song stated that although he had been a great friend of my Dada, he had met me only once on the day of his funeral. He was asked how I behaved on that day. ‘Well I was more upset, I can tell you that’ he said,’ far too upset to notice everything and I was tired by the heat. My grief sort of blinded me. I think it had been a great shock, my good friend’s death.In fact I fainted, so I hardly noticed the young fellow’ The prosecutor asked him to tell the court if he’d seen me weep. When Kim Song answered that his Dada only wept when he lost money, a murmur went up through the court. ‘It is probably the same with him.’ He looked at me, ‘ but ‘No’ he added emphatically, ‘I trust the jury will take note of this reply’ the prosecutor said. My lawyer rose a once and asked Mr Song in a tone that seemed overly aggressive, ‘Now think well old man, Could you not see the defendant was trying his best to keep calm because of all the other things in his life – including the death of his grandfather.’ He alluded to my new and close relationship. I saw the prosecutor make a quick mark with his pen onto paper. ‘ Can you swear he did not share a tear.’ Kim song answered again ‘No’