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