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RogerW · 19 Mar 2008

Hello World

RogerW · 19 Mar 2008

Yikes that was big... too big. Don't do that again.

Miheer · 2 Jun 2008

Yikes that was big... too big. Do that again.

can this work?

Miheer · 2 Jun 2008

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Miheer · 2 Jun 2008

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Miheer · 2 Jun 2008

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I WAS A

SLAVE-SCIENTIST IN <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:country-region w:st="on">RUSSIA</st1:country-region></st1:place>

EXCLUSIVE! <span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial;

color:black'><o:p></o:p>

<span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial;

color:black'>An eyewitness report on the fate of German scientists enslaved

behind the Iron Curtain.<span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:

Arial;color:black'><o:p></o:p>

By Dr. Otto <span

class=SpellE>Maar<o:p></o:p>

FOR six months

we have been imprisoned in the <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:City w:st="on"><span

class=SpellE>Bautzen</st1:City></st1:place> detention camp—the first

six months of a 25-year sentence to which we were condemned by a <st1:Street

w:st="on"><st1:address w:st="on">Soviet Military Court</st1:address></st1:Street>

for supposed espionage and “anti-Soviet propaganda.” We squat all day on our

bunks, because the cell is so small that

we cannot move around in it.<o:p></o:p>

<span style='font-size:10.0pt;

font-family:Arial;color:black'>One begins to run out of conversation after half

a year and the only break comes at meal- times. It is an advantage to have

studied physics and mathematics; you find many problems to ponder and in the

seclusion of a cell it is easier to think out many of these than when free. But

it is tiresome to solve differential equations in your head. A kingdom for a

scrap of paper and a pencil!

It is

two o’clock in the morning; although the cell is brightly lighted we are fast

asleep. Suddenly a heavy key is turned in the lock, a noise that electrifies

us. Before the cell door is opened we are wide awake and alert. We have had

experience and we know that a visit from the Russian guard, especially at such

an unusual hour, bodes no good. If something in our cell displeases him, we may

all land in solitary. If he is making his customary search, we may lose

valuable bits of our pitiful possessions. A multitude of unpleasant

possibilities await us when the key turns in the lock.<o:p></o:p>

The guard

appears in the doorway and calls my name; as I answer he merely says, “Dress! <b

style='mso-bidi-font-weight:normal'>Come along!”

I roll out my bunk, jump into my uniform and walk out of the cell. My heart is

beating in my throat and my whole body trembles.<o:p></o:p>

<span

style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial;color:black'>On the way we are met by

a guard and another prisoner, obviously on his way back to the cell. <b

style='mso-bidi-font-weight:normal'><span

style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial;color:red'>As the two come near us, I

cough and whisper in front of me, “What is it?” “Scientists,” says the other.

This

little talk costs me a kick and a curse in Russian. But I am briefed on the

picture. They are taking specialists for some work project. If

you remain in <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:country-region w:st="on">Germany</st1:country-region></st1:place>,

very nice.<span

style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial;color:black'> But

if you end up in <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:country-region w:st="on">Russia</st1:country-region></st1:place>.

. .<o:p></o:p>

In a comfortless

basement room sits a Russian in civilian clothes. In a toneless voice and in

good German, he asks me to sit down. He takes up a folder, on the cover of

which my name appears in Russian, and he turns the pages. After a while he asks

me about my profession and my

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Miheer · 2 Jun 2008

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I WAS A
SLAVE-SCIENTIST IN <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:country-region w:st="on">RUSSIA</st1:country-region></st1:place>
EXCLUSIVE! <o:p></o:p>
An eyewitness report on the fate of German scientists enslaved
behind the Iron Curtain.<o:p></o:p>
By Dr. Otto Maar<o:p></o:p>
FOR six months
we have been imprisoned in the <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:City w:st="on">Bautzen</st1:City></st1:place> detention camp—the first
six months of a 25-year sentence to which we were condemned by a <st1:Street
w:st="on"><st1:address w:st="on">Soviet Military Court</st1:address></st1:Street>
for supposed espionage and “anti-Soviet propaganda.” We squat all day on our
bunks, because the cell is so small that
we cannot move around in it.<o:p></o:p>
One begins to run out of conversation after half
a year and the only break comes at meal- times. It is an advantage to have
studied physics and mathematics; you find many problems to ponder and in the
seclusion of a cell it is easier to think out many of these than when free. But
it is tiresome to solve differential equations in your head. A kingdom for a
scrap of paper and a pencil! 
 
It is
two o’clock in the morning; although the cell is brightly lighted we are fast
asleep. Suddenly a heavy key is turned in the lock, a noise that electrifies
us. Before the cell door is opened we are wide awake and alert. We have had
experience and we know that a visit from the Russian guard, especially at such
an unusual hour, bodes no good. If something in our cell displeases him, we may
all land in solitary. If he is making his customary search, we may lose
valuable bits of our pitiful possessions. A multitude of unpleasant
possibilities await us when the key turns in the lock.<o:p></o:p>
The guard
appears in the doorway and calls my name; as I answer he merely says, “Dress! Come along!”
I roll out my bunk, jump into my uniform and walk out of the cell. My heart is
beating in my throat and my whole body trembles.<o:p></o:p>
On the way we are met by
a guard and another prisoner, obviously on his way back to the cell. As the two come near us, I
cough and whisper in front of me, “What is it?” “Scientists,” says the other.
This
little talk costs me a kick and a curse in Russian. But I am briefed on the
picture. They are taking specialists for some work project. If
you remain in <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:country-region w:st="on">Germany</st1:country-region></st1:place>,
very nice. But
if you end up in <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:country-region w:st="on">Russia</st1:country-region></st1:place>.
. .<o:p></o:p>
In a comfortless
basement room sits a Russian in civilian clothes. In a toneless voice and in
good German, he asks me to sit down. He takes up a folder, on the cover of
which my name appears in Russian, and he turns the pages. After a while he asks
me about my profession and my
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this is egregious.

Miheer · 2 Jun 2008