Monday, January 23, 1984 This is my third week in custody. No prospect of anything. After breakfast, it’s off to the “Klapper” as usual – paper sacks, Bakelite, pins, nuts and bolts. At some point, yard walk, lunch and dinner. All Quit in the Eastern Jail.
Sunday, January 22, 1984 โWhy Canada?โ Jรผrgen continues our conversation from yesterday. Because I have relatives in Toronto and I might be better able to survive a nuclear war in the Canadian outback.
Saturday, January 21, 1984 There are four of us showering today. The water is warmer and flows pleasantly longer because we are on earlier than rookies like me last week. And because we’ve done our norm.
Thursday, January 19, 1984 It smells of sweat and sour air. A bitter mixture of paper sacks, Bakelite and oily metal. Yard walk in the fresh air always makes me a little dizzy.
Wednesday, January 18, 1984 Where we’ve ended up here I want to know from Jรผrgen. Our prison is in Domstraรe, practically in the center of Greifswald, he tells me.
Tuesday, January 17, 1984 Today I have to think of my beloved “Mama”, my mother’s mother. She lives in Teutschenthal, where I spent most of my childhood weekends and many vacations.
Monday, January 16, 1984 Rums-rums, rattle-rattle, lock-lock. โOfficer, prison room โฆโ, that’s as far as I get. The falsetto voice drops something. Decent as I am, I bend down to pick it up.
Sunday, January 15, 1984 They came last night. Three guys. The first a proudly rooster who looks like my stepfather. The second was terribly big and strong like my cousin Siegfried. The third a normal guy like my brother. They want to know who and why I’m here, to which I answer as compactly as possible.
Saturday, January 14, 1984 Rump-rump, rattle-rattle, lock-lock. The door opens and just stays open. Diffuse to and fro in the corridor. I hesitantly dare to look outside. The fistula voice is standing there saying “Undress and out!”. But no “Face the wall!”. Instead, a nod of the head in the direction of the neighboring cell, which is a shower. …
