I am 15 years old, secondary, early '70. St. Thomas School in Valleyfield. The fashion is to skip class. I try my hand for the "kick". Seems we have the right to once without too much problem. I left school early in the afternoon, I dry the English course Atef Said. It is so annoying the deportee.
I walked mechanically towards the courthouse. I knew, I do not remember where, that justice is public and everyone can attend a trial. I thought that with a little luck
attending a trial in place of English courses.
arrived at the courthouse, I went up to the second floor and I half the doors of a court. There was nobody sitting in the pews but to the public before the court I saw a guard who showed a red canister to a judge.
I observed the scene for a few minutes and then I saw the keeper go with the can. The Judges at the front of the court looked at me quizzically. I thought maybe I had no business there and I thought of leaving. Then a small person who pleads with the judge looked at me with a smile and came towards me. I did not let me come up and I closed the door of the court and I went down the stairs.
When I got down I saw the same guard with red drum next to him. I remember going past the thought that it must surely be the trial of a farmer. I returned to school for the next class.
The previous scene will be repeated 15 years later, in 1986. When I do a trial and appeal that will bring my own bottle of red in court to show the superior court judge. Question to demonstrate that it is impossible to launch such an object in an apartment. For further details see the fairy tale The fairy Bottles & Monika .
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