Tuesday

I have a piece of paper that states in Dutch that the court case is Friday at 11.20. High anxiety trigger the intrusive thoughts. I need JW to tell me in person. This is like a condemned man in his cell waiting for the Pastor to come around and read him the last rites! The dinner was shit, emptied half of it down the pan and had the eponymous cigarette. I read the story of Daniel and the Story of Peter in Acts before being called to see the Psychiatrist. The news that I had been praying for. Court on Friday at 11.20 for possible releas on Monday 12th. My sister is flying over. She has been in constant contact with the authorities. I will have to report my passport stolen by the police. It appears that the Single Judge (They’ve downgraded me at last) also knwn as the Politzierechter apparently rubber stamps the Psychiatric reports and I become a free man on the Monday.
It sounds to good to be true after the see-sawing of highs and lows that I have experienced in here! The Chocolate Teapot of an advocate will visit me on Thursday for a final briefing and to think he came highly recommended from V.