Riding the tram to the railway station.
I’m alone in here.
The letter has three functions:
To give proof that my parents knew nothing.
To give account of what led me to this point.
To apologize for their suffering that I will inflict now.
I feel horrible for them.
But they won’t know for a couple of days.
It was not uncommon that I spent a couple of days with friends.
What’s the plan?
Take a train to Berlin.
Walk towards Checkpoint Charlie.
Lay down my ID card and demand passage.
THEY will arrest me.
THEY will punish me.
I will hunger strike in protest.
I have no idea where this will go.
I think about my best friends.
My girl friend.