"It was past midnight of December 1, 1958, around the strike of one. […] The beam from a flashlight shining into the mosquito net accompanied by the sound of shoes woke my sleeping wife and me. ?Maung… get up… I think it?s the police. They?ve come right into the bedroom.? ?Huh… really?? I said, rolling from bed to outside of the net and coming face to face with Special Branch Inspector Ko Aung Hpe, holding the flashlight, and U Ba Thaung, at the head of the bedstead......In this manner on December 2, 1958 I arrived at the Insein Prison Annexe. From there, starting with Insein Central Prison I arrived at Prome Prison, Thayet Prison, and then the unforgettable Coco Island Prison. […] My life is now simply the life of a section 5 detainee who cannot count the days to his release. Even people who have committed serious crimes like murder, armed robbery and rape can count the days to their release on their fingers. But how can I count? Now I doubt the expression ?a moment?. The term ?a moment? that I and you the reader use is a moment with a time limit. However, ?that moment? of which the police officers speak has no limit. ?That moment? is a moment without end or beginning. This moment that has lasted one year, five months and 12 days has for me been a lifetime..."