Our small amusements otherwise consisted of teasing each other. For example, we once hoisted Skovmøller’s cloak—which he hung on the wall at night—upside down, and when he had been asleep for a while, he suddenly exclaimed: “What the hell is that?”
Another Christmas game was that we tied a tail onto each other, or else we tied someone to a stool.
We once put a wet cloth into Daniel’s trousers one morning when he jumped into them. From time to time, a rag shoe and other items were hidden in the beds, and sometimes the bottom boards were removed. “Bøsse’s” pillow and snore bag were also played hide-and-seek with him.
Hedemann was once careless and, while sitting on a stool, had fallen asleep with his glasses on, after which a couple of bright minds pasted over his lenses. You should have seen the sight when he was woken up.
Just before Christmas, my brother Christian came home as a prisoner of war from Germany. He had been held in a prison camp near Hanover, where in early December he was handed over to his compatriots, who showed up with rifles and submachine guns as if he were a very dangerous criminal. The treatment they received now was not even something they had experienced from those who had captured them in the first place. He was then placed in Køge prison.
On 23 December I received my indictment, in which I was charged with having been in the “Free Corps Denmark” and the “Schalburg Corps”, as well as having taken part in railway guard duty. Christmas Eve we celebrated in silence, thinking of our relatives outside the barbed wire. On New Year’s Eve we held a small revue in the internment camp about the events of the time we had been in prison.