In Hohenschönhausen
(former East Berlin remand prison)
Claudia Bierschenk, July 2009
Where I am
for how long
I dont know
they wont say
could be anywhere
north, south
surely not West
the van black inside
hands and feet shackled
many hours
on a bumpy ride
neon lights catch me
by surprise
Get out!
Eyes down!
Move!
boots, uniforms
they all sounds alike
bare feet on leaf-patterned lino
I tipple like a child
on the way to
the headmasters office
the strip-search
each orifice checked
grey door shuts behind me
like a storys end
my name stays outside
I am ordered
to sit on a stool
at the centre of this cube
hands on knees
face down
they know how to get you
with an excuse of a window
glass bricks
de-construct sunlight
I can only tell day from night
and flush the toilet
when they say its alright
nights dont bring solace in sleep
the bulb they shine in my face
each time I turn
reminds me Im here
the interrogator is my new best friend
in his room a real window
where the same sky
pauses each day
after a while
they come for me at night
there must be others
at times a faint knocking
or is it the pipes
their torture is boredom
and deprivation
I want my parents
my sister
fresh air
sleep, laugh, cry, have a bath
I dont know
where I am
for how long
or how long
Ive been here
no chance of suicide
theyre so well prepared
I cant do nothing but
wait, wait, wait.
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