Werner left the radio station after the program where he condemned the two young men and read the fake confessions he’d been forced to write himself.
Disgusted was too benign a word for what he felt. While he hadn’t tortured the men himself, he’d been the willing tool of those who couldn’t defend socialism without resorting to violence. He hunched his shoulders forward, the gnawing pain in his stomach becoming more forceful every day.
Politische Bauchschmerzen, political stomachache it was called among those people who still believed one should put country over party and not the other way round. He scoffed. The situation was long beyond the question of party or country and had come down to human decency.
Politische BauchschmerzenJulian and Georg were good men, not the heinous traitors t
