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<p>[Page 22]</p><p>tennis, went swimming and ignored any caution. One day things took a turn for the worse, resulting in blood poisoning and very high temperatures, and recovery was no longer possible. I cannot blame the physician because it was the patient’s impatience that escalated it all. The funeral was in the afternoon of the 24th. The coffin, covered with the German flag, stood in the open field outside the gates. Pastor Frank held a mass, the choral society sang a chorale, and to the strains of Chopin’s funeral march, played by our orchestra, gentlemen from Hong Kong carried the coffin to the top of the hill nearest to the prison, where it was lowered into an earlier prepared grave. Pastor Stack held another, longish, sermon, everybody threw a handful of dirt into the grave and then we all returned behind the walls deep in sad thoughts. From the prison’s past stems some sort of cemetery up on that hill, in which the wife and the daughter of a prison director are buried. So at least it’s not a conmen’s cemetery! Even if</p>