Authors, German -- 19th century -- Biography; May, Karl Friedrich, 1842-1912
I would not think of listing the misdeeds, I had been accused of,
here. To my executioner, flayer, and knacker, is something I will
leave up to this abysmal lack of honour, which has crucified me
ten years ago and has not stopped for a single moment during all
of this time inventing ever new ways to torture me. Let it
continue digging through these faeces, to delight all of those
base creatures who sustain their lives on these matters. And just
the same, I am not willing to make a sensation out of this renewed
imprisonment of mine. I simply have to report of it, to tell the
truth, and then, to hurry on, bidding my farewell to this apparent
abyss, which is actually no abyss at all.
My punishment was hard and long, and the additional two years
under police supervision could not possibly have been interpreted
in my favour, when was committed to prison. So, I was expecting a
strict treatment. It turned out to be severe, but it did not
hurt. An institution's management acts quite right in showing no
prejudice, but waiting calmly whether and how a new prisoner
complies with its rules. Well, I did comply! Of course, this
time my profession got me no special consideration. I was
assigned to the occupation, where they happened to need workers at
that time. I became a cigar-maker. I asked for a cell for
myself; my wish was granted. For four years, I have inhabited
the same cell, and even today, I still think back on it with that
peculiar, grateful sentiment which a quiet, not cruel place of
suffering deserves. I also started to like my work. It was most
interesting to me. I became acquainted with all blends of tobacco
and learnt to manufacture all kinds of cigars, from the cheapest
to the most expensive. The daily workload had not been set too
high. It depended on the kind of cigar, the willingness to do a
good job, and on one's skillfulness. Once I had enough training,
I easily fulfilled my quota and still had hours or half days left.
To be able to use this time for myself, was my most heartfelt
wish, and it was granted to me sooner, much sooner than I had
thought possible.
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