Day 74: When I would dig my own grave
Monday 3 November 2008
I am glad that today is Monday, because that is our Duschtag. It's early, but I'm on. The showers are right next to the cell in which I am now, and the noise woke me. I will be the last person takes a shower.
It is now afternoon. We had a hot lunch and the silence is deafening benahe now! The food was all brought down. It was not so good. It is now really quiet. That would be the perfect time for a game of chess. I have been playing chess for a while no more. There are some in my area who play chess. I've heard people play two hours after. I think my board and the figures should get out. Chess? How? We call the moves from cell to cell. Each of us has a board in the cell (other then follow the game on their boards). In this way it is easy to play, even over long distance as long as you can get loud enough.
something I've pushed all the time before me, the summary execution. This document is necessary. I have to put Isabelle on my visit list, since it comes from Switzerland. This document will allow. I must also decide who should be responsible for my mortal remains, should it come to this. And I have put together a list of persons to be present at my execution. I hate to imagine that it will come to that, but if it will really be the case, then I want to see change then the eyes of the people who love me. This document ... it's like I'm digging my own grave.
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