Sunday, January 8, 1984 This is what a prison cell looks like from the inside. Roughly as I imagined it from books about the Nazi era. Five step lengths long, three steps wide.
Saturday, January 7, 1984 This is our last chance. If we tell a fairy tale now, we might get out of this place again. But I wrote the note to prevent that.
Friday, January 6, 1984 Here we go again. Selchow, the drunken clochard, wants to kick me out again. This time he’s going to overdo it and make a big deal of it. This is the opportunity to finally start my final journey.
