“I was sure that I was to be killed. I became terribly nervous. I fumbled [1] in my pockets to see if there were any cigarettes, which had escaped[2] their search. I found one and because of my shaking hands, I could barely get it to my lips. But I had no matches, they had taken those. “I looked through the bars at my jailer. He did not make eye contact with me. I called out to him ‘Have you got a light?’He looked at me, shrugged [3]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. I don’t know why I did that. Perhaps it was nervousness, perhaps it was because, when you get very close, one to another, it is very hard not to smile. In any case, I smiled. In that instant, it was as though a spark jumped across the gap between our two hearts, our two human souls. I know he didn’t want to, but my smile leaped through the bars and generated a smile on his lips, too. He lit my cigarette but stayed near, looking at me directly in the eyes and continuing to smile.