Glass Blocks into the Future

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 block window.

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

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

Glass block 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?