1 was sure that I was to be killed. I became terribly nervous. I looked through the bars atmy jailer. He did not make eye contact with me. I called out to him "Have you got a light?" Helooked at me, shrugged and came over to light my cigarette. As he came close and lit the match,his eyes inadvertently locked with mine. At that moment, I smiled. He lit my cigarette but stayednear, looking at me directly in the eyes and continuing to smile.