I sensed that Ben had started to have doubts about me. He began asking some unusual questions… We were watching TV in the dining room after dinner. A show, *Dynasty, * was playing on the Dutch channel. “How’s your Dutch class?” he asked, glancing at me from the corner of his eye. “Yeah, it’s okay,” […]
**One morning…** The telephone rang. Ben walked into the visiting room and picked up the call. “Michael, there’s a call for you,” Ben said as he handed me the receiver. I felt a surge of anxiety. Who could be calling? Maybe it was Robert, I thought. I took the receiver. “Hello… is this Michael Solomon?”
I moved into Jacob’s flat. It was a convenient place. Jacob and his girlfriend, Helen, were living together—a young couple with a large Alsatian dog named “Boss.” As I continued my work, a sense of nervousness began to creep in. I felt as if someone was watching me. Could it be someone from the Rotary?
Saturdays and Sundays were spent in my room. I didn’t feel like going out anymore. The weekends, which I once eagerly anticipated, no longer held any appeal. I spent most of my time in bed. Monday… It was a beautiful morning. I arrived at the snack’s factory at 7 o’clock. I parked my bicycle in