I shared Matthias’ most valuable item with the comrades.
2 kilos of finest Darjeeling tea.
Breakfast alone sucks.
Emigration aplication after the shift.
I can hardly write with the hurting arm.
It’s my third ‘application’.
I just want to be sure that I am heard loud and clear.
Whatever you write in here is being thoroughly read, judged and forwarded.
So, these three pages will land in the hands of a Stasi officer.
It will be on top of my file when they review for release.
I need to be a noisy nuisance to them.
Dropping the letter in the guards office downstairs.
Looking for that chess champion.
I could use a challenge.
“They called him out this morning, lucky guy.”
So much for a proper game of chess.
And so much for my mood.