Rudolf is gone.
Out the wrong way.
During the last days he was called in for paperwork.
This only happens for people not going onto transport.
As painful the process, it also gradually kills off your hope.
Everyone who left this prison through the front gate went through this.
The comrades stand together in solidarity and try to lend comfort.
Some 10-15% of political prisoners in here went back home.
We spent the last night eating the best food that was left.
In the morning there was no early call-out.
We just went to work without him.
When we returned he was gone.
His bed empty,
So was I.