Rolf places his head into his cupped hands and gently begins to weep. Soon the weeping turns into crying as Rolf sinks further into desperation.
Then, out of the darkness, barely audible at first, he thinks that he hears a familiar melody. Can it be? Then slowly, as the tender words begin to take form the full horror of prison life strike home; "Do you think I would leave you crying when there's room in my bunk for two...."
Good night Rolf, you have stolen part of my childhood.
Then, out of the darkness, barely audible at first, he thinks that he hears a familiar melody. Can it be? Then slowly, as the tender words begin to take form the full horror of prison life strike home; "Do you think I would leave you crying when there's room in my bunk for two...."
Good night Rolf, you have stolen part of my childhood.
