ABSTRACT
Very few people understand the circumstances of a Japanese police 'interrogation'–of the unhappy situation in which people suddenly one day find themselves, or of the process by which they may be made to 'confess to crimes of which they know nothing". The secret chamber known as the interrogation room is the place where confessions are extracted after the conditions of human survival, shaved to the barest minimum in the birdcages, are totally stripped away. The birdcages undermine the spirit as well as the body of the prisoners. Interrogation is tragic, but at the same time objectively it is a ludicrous quiz. In Japan, as elsewhere, prisoners who have not been formally convicted of a crime should be held in some kind of patrolled detention facilities, not in birdcages. While being sucked rapidly into the vortex of the whirlpool, at the same time one tries to hold out and say 'no', at least to that mindboggling vortex.
