Glass bricks into the future

Stasi prison May 22, 1985

Dirk is gone.

They got him during the day.

When I came back from interrogation he was gone.

His bed cleared.

No trace of a comrade.

As if I had imagined him.

Baby Schubert tried all day to persuade me.

Why is he doing that?

I hate him.

“We all make mistakes in life.”

“Like when you chose your job?”

“You can make this all better and go back to your family.”

I wanted to see how far he would go.

He stayed remarkably calm when I snapped at him.

But I couldn’t stand the bullshit all day so I ended it.

“Look: try whatever you want here. I was ready to starve remember?”

”I can’t see where the frustration comes from, with your home, the chances…”

“Shut the FUCK UP now, alright?! I won’t take this anymore, get me to my cell!”

The rest of the afternoon he went over the first protocol again.

The most boring day of my life.

I just want this to end.

Back to the cell a little earlier.

The evening light behind the glass brick window.

Staring at it, losing my thoughts in thinking of Dirk.

Glass brick window in East German Stasi cell, pre-trial prison.

Where is he now?

Did they bring him to prison already?

Will I ever see him again or know how he made it out?

*Testimony -> Start. This blog entry is part of a linear narrated testimony of the contemporary witness Jens Thieme who was imprisoned 1985-1986 as a political prisoner in various GDR prisons by the GDR Ministry of State Security. Stasi prison, Stasi jail, Stasi detention.