Baby Schubert

Baby Schubert is back.
We continue the old game.
Family history, school stories.

I feel quite exhausted.
Gotten used to not eating.
Gotten used to the light flashes.

Sort of.

No fights today.
He gives me no reason.
No topics that make me angry.

Don’t they have to establish proof enough to keep me beyond 24 hours?
I ask him.

“You provided the evidence with you coming in ...and the 3-pager.
We’ll keep you here until charged.”
“And then?”
“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”

Baby Schubert is in his late 20s, early 30s.
They must still give him the easy cases.
I bet he cycles to work every day.
Needs to earn his first car.

Blond.
Thinning hair.
Round face, blue eyes.
Baby.

“Do my parents know?”
“I don’t have that information.”
“When will you have it?”
“When I’ll have it.”

Mini session about the 3-pager in the afternoon.
When written, discussed with whom.
Copies anyone?
-Silence

“I don’t know where your hate for our country comes from.”

Now, there would be a reason to fight!
But before I get warmed up:
“Let’s keep that for another time.
How close are you to your grandparents…?”

As long as I keep drinking water my stomach is friendly.
I go to the restroom more often.
The guard’s hat reminds me where I am.

Stasi troops indicated their belonging on their hats. The entire country was afraid of that line of text.

Stasi troops indicated their belonging on their hats. The entire country was afraid of that line of text.

Will this all take weeks, months, years?