When Philip Brown came to greet me, I almost didn't recognize him. For so many years I had communicated with him on the telephone. I didn't expect to see him on such an occasion.

And obviously Philip Brown came to me.

My memory of him was still 6 years ago. My mother was badly hurt and needed money, but he slapped me to let me go.

Time has changed. At this time I am wearing a beautiful costume and high priced jewelry, standing here and attracting the attention of thousands of people, but now he squats and rubs his hands and looks at me with a flattering smile.

I can...