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Quarterfinals of Prison
Alone again. After they brought me back to my prison cell on Monday, my buddy Andi was gone. I didn’t get any more work either. Lots of time for daydreaming and number games.
The German edition of 1984, The 18-Year-Old Who Wrote a Note and Disappeared is now available worldwide in bookstores as a hardcover, paperback, and e-book. Read more and order now: 📖 https://j4b.me/1984
The court proceedings were short and painless, which I would normally have liked very much. But I’m furious because those stubborn fools actually fell for my trick.
It can’t be true how predictable this gang is. Without batting an eyelid, the bigwigs dismissed me in a summary trial. For a piece of paper with three words on it and an intended train journey into the blue.
They call it attempted illegal border crossing – regardless of whether I would have actually driven to the next border crossing or whether I might have changed my mind along the way. That’s how serious my confession is.
I am to atone for it for nine months. That is half as much as the NVA would cost me. That means I have to go back to the Zone on October 6. That’s 206 days from now. I have 68 behind me.
Nine months is 276 days. Divided by two, that’s 138 until halftime. That will be May 22, a Tuesday.
Until then, I have to endure another 69 days and nights. From then on, it will be another as many as I have been through since January until today – plus another 68.
According to this, today or tomorrow would be the “quarter-finals” – depending on whether I count Friday, January 6, the day of my arrest, or Saturday, October 6, the day of my release.
Because my lawyer recommended a correction to my “application for permanent departure from the GDR” and requested six months’ probation rather than an acquittal, I suspect that I will have to wait at least half a year until Dr. Vogel achieves my deportation or a ransom (see Thursday, February 2).
If it happens at all. But I don’t want to doubt that. With a little luck, my parents will send me a sign that Wuppertal has been informed. I can wait until mid-April. Otherwise, I’ll have to activate Plan B (see Tuesday, January 17).
For now, there is nothing left for me to do but not withdraw my “departure application,” as my guards would like me to do, but to renew it, as my lawyer whispered to me (see Monday, March 12).
Once Upon a Time in Germany, A Prequel to 1984, The 18-Year-Old Who Wrote a Note and Disappeared is now available in hardcover, paperback, and e-book formats in bookstores around the world. Read more and order now: 📖 https://j4b.me/doom
This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit tjannot.substack.com/subscribe
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By Tommy H. JannotAlone again. After they brought me back to my prison cell on Monday, my buddy Andi was gone. I didn’t get any more work either. Lots of time for daydreaming and number games.
The German edition of 1984, The 18-Year-Old Who Wrote a Note and Disappeared is now available worldwide in bookstores as a hardcover, paperback, and e-book. Read more and order now: 📖 https://j4b.me/1984
The court proceedings were short and painless, which I would normally have liked very much. But I’m furious because those stubborn fools actually fell for my trick.
It can’t be true how predictable this gang is. Without batting an eyelid, the bigwigs dismissed me in a summary trial. For a piece of paper with three words on it and an intended train journey into the blue.
They call it attempted illegal border crossing – regardless of whether I would have actually driven to the next border crossing or whether I might have changed my mind along the way. That’s how serious my confession is.
I am to atone for it for nine months. That is half as much as the NVA would cost me. That means I have to go back to the Zone on October 6. That’s 206 days from now. I have 68 behind me.
Nine months is 276 days. Divided by two, that’s 138 until halftime. That will be May 22, a Tuesday.
Until then, I have to endure another 69 days and nights. From then on, it will be another as many as I have been through since January until today – plus another 68.
According to this, today or tomorrow would be the “quarter-finals” – depending on whether I count Friday, January 6, the day of my arrest, or Saturday, October 6, the day of my release.
Because my lawyer recommended a correction to my “application for permanent departure from the GDR” and requested six months’ probation rather than an acquittal, I suspect that I will have to wait at least half a year until Dr. Vogel achieves my deportation or a ransom (see Thursday, February 2).
If it happens at all. But I don’t want to doubt that. With a little luck, my parents will send me a sign that Wuppertal has been informed. I can wait until mid-April. Otherwise, I’ll have to activate Plan B (see Tuesday, January 17).
For now, there is nothing left for me to do but not withdraw my “departure application,” as my guards would like me to do, but to renew it, as my lawyer whispered to me (see Monday, March 12).
Once Upon a Time in Germany, A Prequel to 1984, The 18-Year-Old Who Wrote a Note and Disappeared is now available in hardcover, paperback, and e-book formats in bookstores around the world. Read more and order now: 📖 https://j4b.me/doom
This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit tjannot.substack.com/subscribe