Part 6: The Receipt
People love to say, “Let the past rest.” Or they assume the damage is exaggerated because the wounds aren't bleeding openly anymore.
Here is the official verdict from the German state. Black on white.
Acknowledged: “A multitude of violent acts from 1989 to 1998.” The clinical inventory of a stolen childhood: PTSD with lasting personality changes. Dissociative disorder. Panic disorder. Recurrent depressive disorder.
Degree of permanent damage: 90 out of 100.
This isn't a plea for pity. It’s a receipt. It is the bureaucratic proof of systematic torture, carried out while the perpetrators paraded around as respectable, untouchable citizens.
Notice the name on the paper: Andy Jörns. The identity they forced me to wear. The dead boy I was forced to replace.
I don't need a state document to remember what happened. I live the consequences every single day. But I’m putting this here for the cowards who prefer to look away. For anyone who thinks this kind of violence just fades with time.
Silence protects the abusers.