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At this some people in the court let out a little laugh and my lawyer, pushing back one sleeve of his gown, said sternly, ‘this is typical of the way this case is being conducted. No attempts are being made to elicit the true facts here.’ Kim Song raised his head to make himself look taller. He appeared to shout although in truth his voice came out as a loud, hoarse, whisper that filled the room. ‘He used to talk with his Dada about what a shit heap this place is, ‘ He suddenly laughed and showed his gums, ‘About how we’re all fucked up here because of all the Kalimantan, and Chinese and all those Thai fishing boats and the Burmese slaves and the way the Malays run the place after the White Rajahs used it to wipe their arse on them for over a hundred years and how we’re all messed with because everyone sits on everyone else here and even the government has to decide who is up their bum or down the plughole.’ The court room gasped at these profanities but Kim Song only grinned. ‘I was just reporting what they said’ he said.