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.
Then they say rule number 1: Never poop just before breakfast, lunch or dinner! Rule number 2: When pooping, flush immediately while the sausage is still falling! Never wait until it comes to rest. I will smell the reason for this often enough. Rule number 3: When working, make sure to meet the standard so that I can buy, bunker and swap natural resources.
Just before supper, two onions fly through a head-sized air hole high above the cell door, which I only now notice. Dinner is a feast. Two bowls of quark, plenty of bread with onions and leeks! Plus a pot of fragrant peppermint tea. I feel like I’m in a gangster movie when the godfathers dine.
This morning, the same luxury at breakfast: instead of my two slides of bred with jam, rolls flying through the air hole, homemade liver sausage from a preserving jar on the wall shelf and hard-boiled eggs. I have no idea how they get their hands on this stuff. Just don’t get curious. The main thing is that I get to eat with them.
These guys aren’t thugs. Jรผrgen, my new fatherly friend’s real name, was a self-employed master baker in Grimmen who has been held here for over a year for alleged tax evasion. “Siegfried” ended up here a few months ago after a drunken brawl. “Andi” doesn’t really know what he’s being accused of. He’s probably being accused of “Refusal of work”, which embarrasses him.
Jรผrgen strongly advises me to fire my randomly selected lawyer and hire a certain Wolfgang Vogel in Berlin instead. He’s the only one who knows anything about this kind of thing. I also need money so that I can get tokens for the prison store.
Time for a second letter: “Dear parents! I’m doing well. Please send me some money. You don’t need to visit me. I’ve hired a lawyer and applied to leave the country. Please give my regards to Uncle Werner, Aunt Erika and Karin!”. I’ll get a job tomorrow. Then we’ll see what’s next. ๐ฃ๐ธ ๐๐ฎ ๐๐ธ๐ท๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ท๐พ๐ฎ๐ญโฆ
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