Chasing the real light

The people who built that wall in 1961, did they know?

Did they have family and friends on the other side?

How have they lived through the decades?

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Lost my fourth bro now.

The only one who went back.

I won’t select another one although I should.

 

It’s an unwritten code in here and it works well.

Financially, mentally and socially.

But I had it.

 

I’m the ultimate veteran in our cell now.

The comrades started treating me like the next go-back-victim.

Right after Rudolf left they were all over me with their solidarity and comfort.

 

It doesn’t help.

And it loses against my anger and frustration.

I might be walking out that gate on the 25th anniversary of that fucking wall.

 

That wall might keep me in this country for many years to come.

Hope is dwindling slowly and gives way to disgust.

Why me and what will I do?

 

This is my darkest summer.

It will get a whole lot darker when I will walk into daylight.

13-August, here I come and I will hate the sun as long as I have to chase the true light.

The wrong door

Gone.

Rudolf is gone.

Out the wrong way.

Former GDR (German 'Democratic' Republic) prison Naumburg served as a prison for the Stasi (MfS - Ministerium für Staatssicherheit). They locked up political prisoner here to sell them for Western currency or good to West Germany. In Naumburg most political prisoners had to work in inhuman conditions in furniture factories.

Former GDR (German 'Democratic' Republic) prison Naumburg served as a prison for the Stasi (MfS - Ministerium für Staatssicherheit). They locked up political prisoner here to sell them for Western currency or good to West Germany. In Naumburg most political prisoners had to work in inhuman conditions in furniture factories.

 

During the last days he was called in for paperwork.

This only happens for people not going onto transport.

As painful the process, it also gradually kills off your hope.

 

Everyone who left this prison through the front gate went through this.

The comrades stand together in solidarity and try to lend comfort.

Some 10-15% of political prisoners in here went back home.

 

We spent the last night eating the best food that was left.

In the morning there was no early call-out.

We just went to work without him.

 

When we returned he was gone.

His bed empty,

So was I.

The very last hug

Rudolf is a mess.

Transport in the morning and he wasn’t on it.

That means that he will most likely leave this prison to the wrong side next week.

 

It also means that he might have to wait years or decades behind bars or outside to gain his freedom.

This prospect is too hard to keep inside, holding his hands while he cries.

We are all heartbroken.

 

Not much I can do.

Assurance of our friendship.

Activist plans in case I will suffer the same fate.

 

A bit of hope from the visit of my parents.

Was the last one for sure.

On this term.

Administrative building of the Naumburg Stasi prison. Prisoners arrived here and were processed. Visitors entered the prison through this tract.

Administrative building of the Naumburg Stasi prison. Prisoners arrived here and were processed. Visitors entered the prison through this tract.

 

Who knows if I’ll be back in a month for a much longer term.

It’s been almost 15 months and I am truly done waiting.

It might just be the beginning though.

 

Apparently the West German Minister of Intra-German Relations is quite active.

Lawyers from East and West ramped up negotiations.

Can there be hope?

 

I sucked up every word like a sponge.

Asked twice about the exact wording of the letters and phone calls.

There was a strange tension in the room that we all didn't want to address though.

 

While my folks would kill to have me back home and help me recover, my only pull is away from them.

I love them dearly, didn’t want to hurt them even more, so I tried to dimm myself down.

They also tried to slow their hopes to pick me up here at the gate next month.

 

This way we created a neutral space that our one hour visits took place in.

When I hugged them goodbye we knew: it could be the last hug.

 

For a very long time - or forever. 

Parchment

The clock is ticking.

On all of us.

55 days.

 

55 days until they’ll open that gate to the wrong country.

It will be a short life outside these walls.

I will scream and bite.

“The prisoner achieves the required quota at work but he only works for his personal gain… he claims not to be able to live within the GDR due to a lack of personal liberties and rejects re-integration… since his behavior threatens internal security and the integrity of the GDR borders we inquire about suitable arrangements upon his release… he will reside with his parents… -address-…"

“The prisoner achieves the required quota at work but he only works for his personal gain… he claims not to be able to live within the GDR due to a lack of personal liberties and rejects re-integration… since his behavior threatens internal security and the integrity of the GDR borders we inquire about suitable arrangements upon his release… he will reside with his parents… -address-…"

 

This morning they called two from the neighbor cell for transport.

The tension is unbearable on those days.

Why not me?

 

Working again because I need to see my folks.

Plus I need that care package and cash.

My skin is like parchment.

 

“There is nothing on you bud.

You’re like a broom stick.”

Unfunny shower chat.

 

Desperate to hear about the lawyers from my folks.

They’ll visit again next week.

 

For the last time.

Lest we forget - 17-June 1953

Rudolf is devastated.

He’s got less than two weeks left.

We might share the same fait and be sent back home.

 

To make matters worse: today we commemorate the 17-June 1953 events.

This is different from the bad moods around new year’s eve.

There's is pure anger and hatred today.

Leipziger Strasse Berlin 17 June 1953 during the uprising

Leipziger Strasse Berlin 17 June 1953 during the uprising

 

The guards might know it.

No boots in the hallway today.

No uniforms between the cells.

 

Trying to comfort Rudolf.

We’re making plans to meet outside the gate on my release date.

Not much fun but the rest of the night we plan several actions for that day.

 

13-August, my release date, an anniversary like today’s.

More than a 100 people are reported to have died on 17-June 1953 during the uprising.

Nobody has proof or any documentation but the West is busy broadcasting it every year.

 

Lest we forget...

And we will get out of here, that’s a promise.

If not this year then the next one or the one after that.


Tit for tat

I’m puzzled really.

Another transport day.

Two more comrades leaving.

 

Both with less than 2/3 of their sentence.

Both less than a year in total.

Rookies.

 

Bless them.

I’m happy for them.

Still, things don’t add up for me.

 

I believe I’ve been direct enough.

There must be enough ammunition for the lawyers out there.

Is it my brother’s army post perhaps, but he’s a small wheel on the wagon.

"He appears hostile against the  state and socialism, expresses to reject re-integration, someone like him will certainly influence the prisoners negatively..."

"He appears hostile against the  state and socialism, expresses to reject re-integration, someone like him will certainly influence the prisoners negatively..."

 

My dad’s job with some special trips to Western countries?

He’s a booth builder for crying out loud and they hold them on leashes at every step.

Or do they simply want to send a signal into my network for others to shy away from similar action?

 

Nine weeks left on my sentence.

Can’t find sleep over this.

There is still time.

 

I refuse to plan for the release back home.

I won’t go back to Leipzig, even if my folks would kill to have me back.

Planning my next moves right outside that gate in nine weeks keeps me energized and sharp.


Background Developments:

Apparently this note and the sum of my behavior triggered concerns during the various Stasi ranks that they decided to revisit my case.

Waiting for Santa

Kulas.

I met him today.

They got me out of my cell after breakfast.

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It took them 6 weeks to work on my “rejection of re-integration” letter.

In the beginning I thought they’d be beating me up real bad.

They might just have tried another way with my illness.

 

Kulas sat behind his desk in a surprisingly small office.

A massive guy in his 50s, dark haired.

He scanned me forever first.

 

“So, you believe writing such letters gets you where you want to be headed?”

“I don’t know what to believe in a state that keeps lying to everybody.”

Am I picking a fight that gets me into something I won’t get out of?

 

To my surprise he remained calm and kept studying me.

Skipped through my file and smiled here and there.

“You are too smart to play any games THIEME.”

 

“Not playing games. 

You guys don’t want to understand that I’m lost on you.

If I’d die I will try everything to get out of this country and if it’s the last thing."

 

This was the first time I had heard my name spoken by any official in almost a year.

He kept listening to my rants and plans to make aware of my case.

“I don’t care if I end up back here the day after my release!"

 

“No additional letter will get you to ‘the other side’ quicker.”

What did he try to tell me I was wondering.

He answered in riddles.

 

“It’s like anticipating Santa for Christmas.”

Does he know anything or was he just trying to get me back in line?

Right after the discussion they put me back to command, back to my comrades.

 

We spent the night with updates and stories.

One fellow’s wife tried to hang herself in Hohenschönhausen.

The public seemed to be less worried about the Chernobyl nuclear accident.

 

Rudolf is still here and he produced the yummiest dinner for us.

He won’t show his worries as his sentence ends in just about 6 weeks.

Are we both doomed to stay till the end and meet on the outside again?

 

We should arrange something big then.

But I don’t want to wait that long.

 

It’ll happen on August the 13th.

Never ending wait

Massively worried again.

I got too much time to think.

The silent treatment is wearing.

 

Is there a reason for all this?

Why is nobody talking to me?

Will I ever see my comrades again?

 

Less than three months on my sentence.

It is very rare that someone goes on transport shortly before their sentence ends.

I have seen 5 or 6 folks stay until their very last day to be released back into the country.

 

That would be my biggest nightmare.

What would happen to my life?

Would I ever get out?

Apparently the Stasi planned to release me back into the country. This note includes an alert to prepare for surveillance and other measures to prevent additional action after my release. Of course I knew nothing about it in the solitary confinement cell.

Apparently the Stasi planned to release me back into the country. This note includes an alert to prepare for surveillance and other measures to prevent additional action after my release. Of course I knew nothing about it in the solitary confinement cell.

 

My parents came in vain yesterday yet again.

Another visitation day cancelled on them.

Would they have news from the lawyers?

 

Can’t keep my concentration longer than a couple of minutes.

These grueling questions day in day out.

More waiting...

More lies and painful silence

No word on anything still.

My worries are growing that they will just let me rot in solitary confinement until the release day.

I understand, this way I won’t be able to communicate with anyone who might be put onto transport to the West.

 

Meanwhile the lawyers might be alert though.

Last visit with my parents didn’t happen, next one might be axed too.

Maybe that’s a chance for added exposure among the negotiators from both countries?

 

No word in the papers about the nuclear accident in days.

15-May: half of the cover page is filled with a Gorbachev statement.

A lot of press for something that wasn’t anything big to be worried about.

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“Many victims” all of a sudden.

“Major catastrophe that we never encountered” I read.

Still, 2 immediate fatalities and seven died later, 299 hospitalized with radiation.

 

Nothing adds up here.

The exposure, the terminology and the numbers don’t match.

I expect thousands of dead people and a huge cover up like always with the Russians.

 

Wondering how far it reached.

What is going on outside?

Why all the silence? 

 

Keeping occupied with self invented games and reading the papers five times.

Running up to the major elections in June every company, every city file exceeded results.

For the past 40 years every plan was exceeded and the country continues to beat expectations.

 

Easy ammunition for someone like me in politically charged interrogations.

Killer counter by the interrogators: “You cannot know the truth, you are brain washed by Western media.”

If they don’t release me to the West I will make it my cause to uncover all those lies until they toss me back into the clink.

Something way worse to come?

Still in solitary confinement.

No interrogations, no feedback, nothing.

Will they keep me locked in here until the release date?

 

What about my threats though?

I will make them happen.

They must know that.

 

But who am I to beat a whole regime at their game.

They’ll just let me execute my plans and put me back in.

This time I might look at 4-5 years depending on the course of action.

 

The nuclear power plant accident keeps worrying me.

Weird article in one of the papers, not sure what to make of it.

Whenever they bark back in this manner on the state paper’s title page, something is up.

 

“Certain circles make attempts to exploit what happened ... In propagandistic way rumors and inventions are circulated, which are contrary to basic moral and ethics. For example, the tale of thousands of victims, a panic among the population and so on ... Any normal person understands that Schadenfreude is a disgusting attitude about a disaster …”

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So, if nothing happened, why the fuss?

On a global scale in such a generic fashion?

To me this can only mean the opposite of what they portrait.

 

It must be a global catastrophe with far reaching impact.

Is this the reason for the silent treatment?

Are they preparing internment camps?

Spring leafs

It’s getting better.

I was sick for a week.

Nobody talked to me.

 

I’m able to read again.

Caught up with the news.

The usual communist crap.

 

Honecker re-elected.

His whole gang of lunatics too.

Gorbachev congratulated of course.

 

In fact the whole world congratulated.

Honecker the hero and his party the only true option of peace in the world.

This concludes the party’s congress and prepares for more crap come May 1st.

 

Actually, the whole week’s worth of newspaper is packed with self praise.

Every single article is about the greatness of everything.

As if I wasn’t sick enough.

 

29-April, page 5, small article, 8 lines, 5 sentences:

“An accident occurred in the nuclear power plant in Chernobyl in Ukraine. 

One of the nuclear reactors was damaged. There are measures to remedy the consequences…”

 

30-April, cover page, two casualties.

Wondering if this is true or if it’s a military accident.

1-May, pushed to second page, radio activity dropped by 50%.

 

Next day’s news: US commission that investigates the accident is “over exaggerating”.

The Soviet claims that only two people had died, were hardly credible according to the US commission.

The Soviets countered: "at least more credible than unconfirmed reports, with thousands of casualties…”.

 

Why are they making such a fuss I wonder.

There might be more news to come.

But way more to remain hidden.

 

Rudolf managed to call into my cell window from the other building.

He must have bribed someone from the criminals to get two stories up.

Could only see his arm and hand reaching behind the bolt-on window shield.

 

“The leafs are THAT big” he yelled.

He was able to see a tree from the other side.

Tried to lift my spirit after he heard about the sickness.

 

Spring should mean the joy of life.

New beginnings.

New hope.


Background Developments:

My friends continued to work with the West German government for my release into the West. They were still not hopeful but remained committed.

Sick to the bone

I’ve been sick as a dog.

Started day before yesterday.

No idea what’s wrong with me though.

 

There are no interrogations, no appointments, nothing.

Just me in solitary confinement all alone with 2 slices of lard bread for a meal.

Woke with fever several times during the night, the whole body is aking and shaking all day.

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It can’t be the food.

It’s horrible but I’m used to it by now.

Can’t be the mental stress with the fever and the shaking.

 

Asked the guard for help.

They’re ignoring me.

Quiet outside.

 

Is this in response to my threats?

Is this trying to send a message?

Is this Lt. Kulas way to say hello?

 

I have no energy at all.

Sitting up let’s the room spin.

Nightmares and hallucinations all day.

 

Is this how it all ends?

Is this how they will show me my place?

Is this my 'bus ride’ that they reserved for me? 

Decision time or doomsday?

Quiet all day.

They simply dropped the food.

Two slices of old, hard bread with lard.

 

Wondering about a lot of things: why no dark arrest again?

Why am I still here while most bailouts happen within 2/3 of total time?

What are they trying with that ridiculous book keeping fabrication at my old store?

 

Will they punish me for yesterday’s letter?

I can’t be the first and only guy threatening to make a public fuzz about my case.

Is this my ticket out or did I set myself and my family up for a heap of repression?

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Using the time now to create action plans for the release day.

I should definitively act instantly, right here in this town.

Must find something with big exposure.

 

They will shadow me after release.

Maybe they would even drive me home.

But the can’t keep me away from my network.

 

Or they want to avoid the publicity.

They might bury the idea to threaten my friends by releasing me back.

Who will weigh those options and how will they decide and when I wonder.

Lieutenant Kulas - Stasi Gubernator

Not many comrades have met him in person.

The ones who have tell grim stories.

Stasi Lieutenant Kulas.

 

He is the big cheese here.

Some got badly beat up by him.

Some got interrogated by him for 48 hours.

 

Kulas is the Gubernator for the communist party and the major Stasi executor.

A bear of stature he is called the iron maiden of Naumburg.

A demoted former major it’s rumored.

 

My campaign peaks today.

With a letter to HIM.

Lieutenant Kulas.

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Titled “Rejection of re-integration.”

...I vehemently reject any effort for re-integration…

…as a free citizen of the free world, independent from this dictatorship…”

 

I just handed it to a guard.

Two minutes later four guards pick me up.

Across the compound, straight to solitary confinement.

 

I guess I won’t go to work for these bastards for a while.

I guess I will have some new experiences now.

Four months left on my term now.

 

If need be: I’ll walk out on August 13 and straight back in.

If need be I’ll take my story to the streets on that memorable day.

If need be I’ll triple my sentence that way but I will never, ever return.

 

Mother offered to fight it through after release together.

As a family, as a tribe, as long as it takes to get a ticket out.

“I will break your heart now mom: I will never come back in a million years!”

 

It didn’t break her heart.

It made her lift her face and say with the strongest voice:

“Fight any way you know to fight, we are with you all the way!”

The heat is on! The final campaign.

No communication.

No follow-up on that weird visit.

Everything about it is fishy and strange.

 

Starting the final campaign now.

They didn’t want to listen thus far:

I’ll be loud as hell about my disgust.

 

It’s been a year in four days.

They seem to prepare a release back home.

Supported by a fabricated criminal case that is bleeding lies.

 

Establishing an example to put everyone else in line.

They might just as well target my entire network, my social sphere:

Nothing they hate more than the Punk scene in Leipzig.

 

We are way more left than they could ever be and we are unbreakable!

Take one: Writing a letter to my folks which will never arrive.

Packing all my hatred and rage against the regime into it.

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“Since my emigration petition was obviously misunderstood I will have to reaffirm it in the next days, colourfully demonstrating my deepest hatred of this regime…

…they seem to have missed the point that I, the anti-communist, will unveil my attitude against that system in any way possible…

…my patience draws to an end...I know now what it means to truly hate…the three letters GDR make me sick…"

 

Also elaborating on the official release date:

13-August, they put that horrific wall up exactly 25 years ago.

I will use that exact day to make them regret to open that gate into the wrong direction!

The fight is back on

Worries day and night all week.

Comrades trying to comfort me.

There is some distance too by some.

 

Can’t blame them.

How would they know if I don’t even know?

How would anybody know anything at all in here anyway?

 

I could be a criminal prisoner spying on them.

Anybody could be a spy.

Old game.

 

It’s all a matter of trust.

So I focus on my bro.

And on action.

 

Asked to speak with the “political officer”.

He wouldn’t tell me about the investigation with my boss.

“I need you to understand that any effort to turn me will be in vain.”

 

“This decision is up to the state and the authorities.”

“Which I told you 1000 times I don’t accept.”

“You are a citizen of this country…”

 

“STOP!!! As my records state: I only accept the constitution of the Federal Republic of Germany!

And this includes the Reunification Clause.

Which includes me!”

The reunification clause from 1949 was part of the preamble of the German Constitution. It included all Germans regardless of the side of the fence. It states: "The whole German People remains compelled to fulfill the Unity and Freedom of Germany by virtue of its right to free self-determination."

The reunification clause from 1949 was part of the preamble of the German Constitution. It included all Germans regardless of the side of the fence. It states: "The whole German People remains compelled to fulfill the Unity and Freedom of Germany by virtue of its right to free self-determination."

 

He ended the conversation quickly, not surprising.

This is going nowhere and I get the feeling that they need to feel the heat.

Got to become loud again and very clear with my rejection of the state and their plans.

 

It’s going to be a year this month.

Most comrades have left before that mark.

What keeps me in here might just as well get me back home.

 

Looks like they are constructing a story for the outside.

For after the release to tell everyone I was imprisoned for theft.

If this is true these bastards are even more evil and corrupt than I thought.

 

It’s fighting time again.

I need to work out a plan.

I need them to be afraid of my release.

A year in the making

Last day of work this week.

3:30 waking again.

Too tired.

 

The whole routine works like in a dream.

Wash-up, get dressed, making bed.

“SG 1240: you’ll stay!”

 

WTF?!?!

The team leaves the cell.

Questions in everybody’s eyes.

 

What is happening here?

Can this be a…?

No… I don’t…

 

Alone in the locked cell.

No noises outside.

Transport??!!

 

Normally the cells remain open all day.

Not when they pin someone for processing.

Either to put them away to dark arrest or to… transfer?

 

Waited for an hour or longer.

“SG 1240: step outside.”

Two guards waiting.

 

Downstairs, small building between cell blocks.

I never knew what was in here.

Looks like regular offices.

 

Empty room, my boss is here.

MY BOSS from the store is here.

“Werner, what are you doing here?”

 

“I need to ask you some questions.

But first: how are you?

We miss you.”

 

I always liked him very much.

Encouraging, challenging in a fair and honest way.

It was my second business education in his electronics store.

 

Deputizing for him the week before I handed myself in to the Stasi.

It was a quiet week and the colleagues were happy with me too.

But why does he turn up now, a year after I am gone?

 

Put’s the ledger book in front of me.

Looks at me intensely.

“Doesn’t balance!”

ledger-book.jpg

 

WHAT?!?!!

“Werner! NOW?!?!”

“The numbers don’t check.”

 

WTF?!

“Are you under pressure?”

No answer, he just opens the double page from April last year.

 

This is ridiculous.

And very STRANGE!

Recognizing my handwriting.

 

Friday before I left: 1’500 Marks gap.

All numbers cleanly written down.

The total is 1’500 too high.

 

My handwriting.

“I have NO IDEA!”

“Did you take it?!"

 

WHAT?!?!!

“Werner!

COMMON!!!!”

 

We had always trusted each other.

He helped me grow and never stopped my curiosity.

After 6 months in education he asked me to pick up store manager skills from him.

 

I am flabbergasted, stunned.

“My numbers always checked out and you know it!”

“Did you take it? Because if you did I will have to question more than our relationship.”

 

That hurts!

“Why would I steal money from your store a day before I leave?!”

“Maybe you had some debts with friends and paid them off before you left?”

 

“Oh, that’s just GREAT now, isn’t it?!

What’s in it for you Werner?

Come on, tell me!”

 

He looks neutral, seems just as unsure.

Or is it guilt in his eyes?

Is he under threat?

 

“I don’t know how the numbers don’t check.

I just want your honest answer.”

“Why now?!”

 

There is nothing of substance here.

He leaves with hanging shoulders.

I leave with a very odd feeling.

 

Do they want to break me this way?

Criminal charges with a book they cooked?

Is this a preparation for me leaving through the front door in August?

 

Now I’m super worried.

What if they push this through?

What if they construct a criminal case to release me?

 

It would make sense from their perspective!

They never admit that there are political prisoners here.

If this flies, they will simply show a criminal case and shut me up.

 

This is dangerous.

This is critical.

This SUCKS!

Window to a free world

  

The papers are full of praise.

The Leipzig Trade Fair is up; one of the oldest and largest worldwide.

The regime paints a ridiculous picture of technology advancements and economic success.

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It takes place twice a year and the exposure to Western folks and perspectives is a big bonus in this town.

The smells, the friendliness of Western companies booth staff, the progress.

“Window to the world” the regime exclaims.


Window to escape this system of lies and suppression is how many people see it.

There are some political prisoners in here who tried to use it for escape.

In the container of the booth material or in limousine trunks.


I used to work with my dad at the trade fair.

Building booths he invited me to help during vacation.

Small pay but I learned some crafts and the atmosphere was great.


Miss my dad’s calmness and sense of humor.

Miss my mom taking care of a good home.

Miss my brother and friends a lot.


It will be a year next month.

No transports in two weeks.

Everyone is worried again.


I saw guys being freed after 1/3 of their time, some way later.

On average though 2/3 of sentence time is the mark to be called out.

With my 16 month sentence that would mean I could be a lucky one in just weeks.


I trust that my folks work the lawyers.

Let’s hope the transports kick off again.

Growing angry against the forced labor again.


I’ll wait for my folks’ next visit.

News from the lawyers.

Then I’ll strike.

Lawyers in East and West

Long awaited visit by my parents yesterday. 

Mom cried when they entered the visitation room.

“You look horrible and your hair turned grey, what happened?”

 

“Little stint in dark arrest but I spent my time playing theatre plays and chess, don’t worry!” 

“Oh, this is why they turned us down for the last visit, we were worried beyond reason!”

“Everything is as always, they just punished me for not enslaving myself, that’s all.”

 

Apparently they denied entry without explanation 5 weeks ago. 

My parents did not know anything about my whereabouts or wellbeing.

Must have been tremendous stress on them not knowing what had happened.

 

They saw several lawyers meanwhile. 

Briefly Wolfgang Vogel, Berlin and his partner Dieter Starkulla.

They assured them that my case is negotiated between the East and the West for ransom bail.

The key lawyer in the GDR political prisoner ransom trading: Wolfgang Vogel meeting with chancellor Helmut Kohl. 

The key lawyer in the GDR political prisoner ransom trading: Wolfgang Vogel meeting with chancellor Helmut Kohl. 

 

A new name pops up: Lothar Jarosch, based in Leipzig. 

He’ll be the point of contact moving forward.

Two West German lawyers too:

 

Barbara von der Schulenburg, Munich and Wolf-Egbert Näumann, West Berlin.

Seems that the machinery is in motion.

No progress however.

 

Got a new bro: Rudolf.

He’s from the neighbour cell so we won’t share all meals.

Like him for his wits, bohemian attitude and style of almost artful conversation.

 

We spend afternoons with quoting books, daydreaming about our inspiring lives in the West.

His 12 months sentence ends early July after he wrote a protest letter threatening action.

Sharing all the news from the lawyers front with the cell mates, they eat up all the details.