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forgetting about them. Must be wishful
thinking, huh?"
    "See you around," Sophia said and
waved. I waved back thinking it was going to be easy to make friends here.
    It was in the moment I turned and looked back at
the scene that it struck me.
    I should write about this. I
should write a book about the murder at Fanoe Island.

9
1977
    There was a
small toilet and a sink in the corner of the room,
that Astrid used to throw up in in the mornings. The nausea had grown worse and
so did her worry that no one was going to come after her, that they had somehow
forgotten about her.
    Or maybe they were in fact looking for her,
maybe he was looking for her up
there, but was looking in all the wrong places?
    But you don't believe that
anymore, do you?
    It was hot in the bunker and Astrid was happy
that she had worn a dress on the day that she had been trapped down there. It
was expandable and too big, so there was room to grow.
    Days went by  - at least she felt like it
was days - it might have been weeks without a sound from the outside. From time
to time Astrid hammered her fists on the iron door and yelled and screamed from
the top of her lungs, but soon she gave up the fight. It was useless. It was a
horrifying thought, cruel and gruesome beyond anything, but she was beginning
to think that maybe, just maybe she was stuck down her forever, or at least
until the ration of food and water ran out. Then she would surely starve to
death eventually. The thought made her start to cry again, but there were no
more tears left.  She fought hard not to allow the thoughts of a slow
death caused by starvation and thirst enter her fragile mind and poison her
spirit, but it was a fight she knew she would lose. Was death really the only
way out of this shithole?
    "Won't anyone miss me?" she mumbled
and heard the echo of her own voice. "Mom? Christian? Anyone?"
    Are you even looking for me?
    The feeling of loneliness crept up upon her and
she hugged her blanket just to not feel so alone. For a long time - only God
knows how long - she sat staring at the barren walls and the packed shelves
with food enough for what? A month? Two? At least enough for now.
    You mustn't give up. Don't
give up the fight. Don't give in to those bitter thoughts. You're not a failure
till you give up the fight.
    Astrid sniffled and wiped her nose with the back
of her hand. This was not the time to throw a pity-party, she convinced
herself. Sad thoughts like that would only drag her down, only make things
worse. Since there wasn't anything she could do to change her situation, Astrid
decided to make the best of what she had. So to keep the boredom out, she
started stacking cans in high towers. She had made five that reached all the
way to the ceiling and only needed one more can to finish the sixth, when one
fell down and Astrid bend down to the floor to pick it up. That was when she
spotted something under the old bed that she had been sleeping on. She pulled
it out. A wide smile spread on her face. It was a radio. An old one with a
broken antenna, but it was still a radio. She turned the button on top to see
if it worked and a crackling sound filled the room. She held her breath while
turning the button to find a station and cheered out loudly when the sound of
Queen "We will rock you" filled the room. It wasn't a clear sound,
but it was a sound.
    Finally something else than
the sound of my own tired breath or the sound of me sobbing .
    The radio ran on batteries she realized but she
had seen stacks of batteries in one of the boxes on the shelves, so she should
be good for a while. She put the radio on the table, then sat down on the bed
and listened to the tunes and voices of a DJ so far away, yet so close to her
she felt like she could almost see him. 
    It was like a drop of hope in an ocean of
despair. But it was enough for Astrid to get her spirits up again, to make her
remember the world outside and not lose her mind in the small suffocating