I was sure that I was to be killed. I became very nervous. I found a cigarette in my pocket. But I had no matches (1), because the soldiers had taken those away. I looked at the soldier at my door. He did not make eye contact with me. I called out to him, “Have you got a light?” He looked at me and came over to light (2) my cigarette. As he came close and lit the match, I smiled. I don’t know why I did that. Perhaps I was nervous.