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Journey into Disaster
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3.20. New suffering
It’s 4:45 p.m. My visitors left about half an hour ago. I’m in the same situation as yesterday: standing at the cell door, looking onto the yard and pressing my forehead against two bars on the door. In the late afternoon the air stands still. It is scorching hot, and the cell resembles a hot oven. My impatience increases, accompanied by a steadily increasing uncomfortable feeling in the pit of my stomach.
Did the officers forget me? Did they forget that the policewomen promised me to call? I feel bad. There is no one here to talk about my worries.
This silly helplessness and dependence on other persons. The knowledge of being curtailed in personal decisions and rights. No longer being one’s own master. Pinned down in this unworthy dungeon, in this godforsaken place. A place where nobody really wants to be. And another bad feeling is clutching me: Loneliness! I am alone in this hole. I miss my friends and last but not least my family. Talking, joking, laughing, taking spontaneous actions together. Simply surf the Internet, write emails, Skype, WhatsApp. This is no longer possible. Only with a request and the goodwill of the police. My impatience turns into anger. I just gently shake the lattice door. It rattles a little. From the other cells I hear the usual low murmuring and snoring, but no other reactions.
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