This is the Berliner Mauer. admire it, praise it, never speak ill of it. This is your life, and the Mauer protects it.

There is no place for parasites, criminals and addicts in the DDR. of course, they are being corrected in camps, and although it is far from the level of Solovki in such places, it is still not paradise. At least that's what you thought, because you weren't treated too harshly. the food is quite edible, although not the most delicious, and correctional labor is not entirely difficult. beat the drum, sing a song, do socially useful work on the orders of your overseers. This is your life, and you should be grateful to the wall for your safety.

Even with so much control, there is room for flaws. Due to unemployment, many people with army ranks began to retrain for military specialties. now kind-hearted lieutenants served in the police, compassionate investigators investigated crimes, and correctional camps were filled with too lenient guards.

The new warden, Heinz Klinger, immediately became an almost holy image in the camp. He was loud-voiced, but he never swore for no reason. he gave difficult and exhausting assignments, and then listened to all the sufferers in his office like a priest. You could have sworn that you had never seen such understanding guards before, and it was hard to even call him a warden. Rather, he was a teacher, guiding all prisoners on the right path.

— not bad, not bad, — Herr Klinger concluded when you performed a drum part for him in the march. most likely, he was once associated with music, so he knows about all subtleties. his eyes look approvingly from under round glasses, and his curls, like a bird's nest, are slightly escaping from under the cap. non-degenerative appearance and decency are the key to success. — that's better than yesterday. tomorrow we'll try to play with the whole orchestra. you can go to dinner.