Starvation

Hello, who’s there?

It’s very dark in this room… Nothing is visible to me

Could someone please help me…

Outside, all I could see was darkness….

These were the voices in my head that yearned to be heard, but I couldn’t…

I’m not sure how I got here; the only thing I recall is that my girlfriend and I went to Germany for a vacation last week.

Yes, it was only 7 days, but it felt like a lifetime.

We were overjoyed when we arrived because it was our first trip to Europe, and I had proposed to her here with a magnificent gold ring, and she had accepted…

I recall visiting all the old palaces, drinking in local bars, going out to meals, and eating delicious local cuisine.

Oh yes, I still remember the tour of the Berlin Wall that our city guide showed us, he told us how the Berlin Wall was built, how he was in West Berlin and his wife in East Berlin, and how they are sometimes in the same Side meets the side. Walls also introduced us to the beautiful cafes and surrounding areas and the Pergamon Museum, which is one of the best and oldest museums in Europe. However, a robbery happened a few days ago and someone stole 10 kilograms of gold coins.

What a beautiful day, my girlfriend and I enjoyed ourselves immensely. We also attended the Oktoberfest and were thoroughly entertained…

Takk… Takk… Takk... Takk… Takk... Tak… Takk… Takk…

Someone is approaching from this direction. Please allow me to solicit assistance.

Hello, hello, hello, hello, hello, hello, hello, hello, hello, hello, hello, hello, hello, hello, hello, anyone out there I’m in a bind…

Hilf mir (help me in German)

There was no reaction

From the door, I can see some light, a little dining table, and food.

I miss German food, especially the chocolate croissants, which I can eat five of in one sitting.

Oh, and the greatest croissants can be found at the Sachsenhausen concentration camp canteen. Berlin is the capital of Germany.

Yes, I recall that ride as well, when my girlfriend and I got up at 4 a.m. to board a train and visit Sachsenhausen concentration camp; I kilometers to visit there before I came to Germany, but I was too lazy that day to get up and leave for that trip.

Who goes to a place at 4 a.m. in such cold weather to visit a man… Please, come on.

However, the train ride was rather lovely; it was somewhat outside of town, and I recall transferring two trains to get to the line’s last station.

It was still dark when we arrived at the last stop, and we couldn’t find a way to get to the camp, which was another 22 kilometers away by road.

So, we waited and waited for someone to arrive. Finally, we met a lady and asked for the bus that would take us to the concentration camp. She gave us such a strange response, telling us that bus number 216 would take us there.

When we approached an elderly German couple, probably in their 70s, and asked about the bus that could transport us to the concentration camp, they simply ignored us.

Seriously, you just ignored us and gave us no response. Okay, we’ve heard Germans can be harsh, but this fellow was disrespectful. That’s amusing.

Finally, we found bus 216 and boarded it; there was also a group of American students on board, and we all rode together to our destination.

I’m not sure why I’m telling you about my bus ride. I’m not sure, but my stomach hurts, and I’m starving. I need a chocolate croissant.

Oh, the door is still open, and I can see people eating at the table; hello, I’m hungry too; could you perhaps share some food with me?

Oh, I need to call my girlfriend; she must be worried about me; she must be calling on my number; however, my phone is not on roaming; she must be concerned about my whereabouts; she must be wondering where I am.

I need to phone the hotel where we were staying and alert them, what was the name of the place, Park inn at Alexanderplatz, such a wonderful hotel with such a great view, I’m staying in room 112

Our tour guide warned us not to go down there after 9 p.m. because there was a knife fight there last week in which two gangs fought and one person was killed, and Arab gangs may be a terror in this area.

Anyway, I’m not sure why I’m telling you this, but it appears that I’m dizzy from hunger…

Hello there…

Someone is on their way!!

Please help me, he is opening the door, can you help me?

He’s coming this way, he’s coming this way.

Please assist me!!

Thank you, buddy, for opening the door.

Me: Thank you for assisting me; someone had imprisoned me in this dimly lit area.

Thank you, he’s on his way to pick me up right now…

Why is he picking me up when I can stand on my own? No, I can’t see my legs, what’s going on…

I don’t have legs, did I suffer an accident, or is he a doctor?

No, he’s going to pick me up in a basket, not a stretcher.

I don’t have my hands either… wait and see what’s going on, what’s happened in the last couple of days…

They’re now escorting me to the room where everyone was seated.

Hey, where are you taking me? Take me to the doctor, where is my girlfriend, and where am I staying?

I can see people dining there, and the stench is terrible.

My basket and I have been placed on the table.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, who I’m shouting for someone to take me to the doctor, even though I’m not in any pain due to the quick rush of adrenaline…

Wait, they’re eating, and I see my favorite chocolate croissant, as well as several unusual items, on the table.

But wait, there’s a human finger right next to me…

What is this place? I can see nails and human hair all around me.

They’re consuming human flesh…

Fuck…uncooked…raw…

What the hell?

I can hear folks conversing…

“Thank you for calling us today, Gunter, it’s a very delicious meat, brown-skinned flesh is the greatest, not too soft not too hard, I adore it.”

“And these jerks should be punished; they come to our country, take our gold coins, and get involved in gang wars in our city… They have no choice but to die.”

“They must all perish,” says the narrator.

But at the very least, their lives are not in vain; they are our dinner.”

Now I understand why, as we approached the concentration camp, everyone looked at us with astonishment and dread.

When we arrived at this camp, we were about to fall into a trap.

This was not a camp at all; it was a café where they served us a drugged chocolate croissant, which caused me to pass out.

And as they consume the last vestige of my body, my brain notices a menu card on my table.