Do we not recover anyone?
They never brought them in time. Never. Or maybe they brought, but not brought to the courtroom. We are all-lawyers, relatives, journalists, sympathetic-we are standing tightly and dutifully waiting. The corridor is narrow, you can’t put the chairs. No one knows when the accused appear, and only by the sudden movement of bailiffs can it be assumed that they will lead soon. We are all quite politely pushing us from the door. The languid expectation continues.