...
The nightmare continues.
And the end comes nearer and nearer.
Side by side with my last remaining companion
I'm hanging on the cross.
(picture 101)
And every minute our state becomes worse.
Even some of the onlookers feel some compassion.
(picture 102)
During these long, long days the guards accurately observe our decline.
(pictures 103 and 104)
However, in general they behave rather accetable.
(picture 105)
And sometimes a nice and solaceful word is spoken.
(picture 106)
And here and there even a helpful hand is given.
(pictures 107 and 108)
But all this useful measures can not avoid
that our state soon becomes very bad.
We scream and scream.
Then the very worst happens:
My companion dies.
And her corpse is removed from the cross.
(picture 109)
Now I'm alone,
terribly alone.
I cry.
(picture 110)
And soon it will be over ...
...
to be continued
...