TRIBUTE ABDUL - Perdana Library
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FRANK SULLIVAN<br />
a man they did not know. He brought them to East Berlin,<br />
haboured them in his house. His wife gave the farmer's wife her<br />
identity card, which is essential to get rations in East Berlin. Early<br />
next morning they locked the farmer in the boot of the taxi; she sat<br />
in front pretending to be the taxi driver's wife, pretending to be ill<br />
and on her way urgently to a special hospital in West Berlin. They<br />
had tense moments at the border check while the police examined<br />
their papers; they let them through. The taxi driver drove the<br />
farmer and his wife to Marienfelde camp, took the identity card<br />
back and returned to East Berlin.<br />
There they sat now being interrogated, the farmer and his<br />
wife. He was calm, confident, occasionally showing cold anger;<br />
she was anxious, worried whether the husband was putting a good<br />
enough case, whether they would be allowed to stay. Once or<br />
twice she tried to interrupt, as if to say, "But dear, you've forgotten<br />
this." He quietly pushed her hand away, and once he<br />
said, firmly, "Don't worry. I know what I want to say; I came<br />
here to say it, and I am going to say it." No, there was no need to<br />
know German; the truth was as plain as their story. They were<br />
asked to leave the room for five minutes, while the Commissioners<br />
conferred. Then they were summoned in again and told they were<br />
free to enter. They told them too they would find a job for the<br />
farmer until they could find him a farm, so he could start on the land<br />
again. The farmer smiled, and drooped in his chair; tears of<br />
happiness sprang into his wife's eyes; the crisis was over. They<br />
bowed and thanked the Commissioners, and then with eyes shining<br />
and shoulders back, his arm around her, they left the room.<br />
That was the human drama which the Tunku saw and heard.<br />
It sounds like a story from a suspense film, but it is a very common<br />
story in West Berlin, where hundreds of people every day seek refuge<br />
in the West. There are hundreds of jobs available for them in<br />
booming West Germany, where they can live their lives in freedom.<br />
That interrogation was an unforgettable experience. What<br />
was happening ? Here were two simple people in a kind of voluntary<br />
trial, not charged with any offence, but merely trying to justify their<br />
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