[Heavy breathing]
[Clock ticking]
[Camera shutter]
I hear yelling outside...
then banging on the trunk
Light floods in as the trunk opens above me
I'm ordered to climb out of 
the trunk by the guard in charge
He's the worst
Yelling at us while the rest of the border police just stare
They immediately warned me of the grave
consequences that await me
My daughter starts crying...
She didn't know anything about our escape plan
She's just seven years old 
and did what mom and dad said
I want to comfort her but the guard in charge 
takes me away for interrogations
I can hear my daughter sobbing,
I feel so helpless
The officer in charge yells at me in a small room
while it feels like the air is getting thinner
How dare I endanger my child like this
What kind of mother am I?
Didn't socialism always provide for us?
Consequences will follow
And in between they tell me several times 
what a bad mother I am
What an even worse father my husband is
Again, the word 'Consequences'
The couple that helped us escape stand petrified
The guards make fun of their West German
accents and their... their capitalists car
They tremble, too scared to speak
Just to feel less procedures the guard assures us
Then will be handed over to the MfS for
additional questioning
My husband begins shaking when he hears that
He never wanted to say what was wrong
but he insisted that we had to go to the West
Now
I can finally comfort my child,
she's tired and terrified and so am I
I tell her everything will be ok
The guards laugh as if I made a hilarious comment
The guards are thorough
They've done this procedures so many times before
They take close-ups of the trunk 
where we removed the loudspeaker
so we could speak to each other
We needed a better future 
We did this for our child
So she would have opportunities in the West
More photos
This time individually
[Camera shutter]
For the last photo they have all of us stand together
Little did I know at the time 
this would be our last family portrait
