The fight of the dead

Frigyes Trenk was buried in a living body.

If one could write a phantasmagoria about a damned one who does not like hell and wants to break out of the world and return to the world with all his might, he would only have to traverse the prison life of Frederick Trenk, who himself recorded it with a wonderful memory.

His prison had three doors: inside it had a window that could be opened from the outside, through which bread and water were given to him. They only opened their doors once a week; then a prisoner came in, it cleared the whole week of filth from his prison. Then the castle commander came with the lieutenant general to see if the prisoner was still alive?

That’s how it went for a couple of months.

Meanwhile, the prisoner may have learned that no one would come to his prison for six days.

Then he began the work of liberation.

First he wiped the tips of the nails that held the iron strap of his night chest with his bare fingernails, then climbed up the window with the help of that chest.

The armed guard walked down in front of the window.

He tempted to address the guard.

The summons failed ten times, the guard is not allowed to talk to the prisoner.

One day he found a soldier who answered him back.

– Who you are? What do you want?

“I’m the innocently convicted Trenk.”

“Well, if I were that Trenk, I wouldn’t stay in jail, I’d run out of here.”-306-

– How could it be?

– You’re digging through the wall. There is an empty mower, in which there is a swamp, its window opens to the ditch. You would drop the soup shovels and jump easily after them, falling soft. This is where the water of the Elbe flows. If someone were waiting for you there by boat, you could cross to the other side and cross the Saxon border.

“Would you do it for me to get a boat like that?”

– Do you have money?

“It’s not, but I have a diamond button, which is why you can get two hundred thalers from a Jew.”

– Throw it out the window.

Frigyes Trenk threw away his last piece of jewelry on the wire grid, which he was able to hide when it was searched.

He believed in the honesty of civil servants.

Then he got to work.

With the same iron strap he had pulled from his bed chest, he broke the brick; under it was clay soil.

First, this stuffing earth had to be dug so deep that you could dig into the wall itself while sitting inside.

That wall was seven feet thick. The first layer is brick laying, the rest is natural stone.

It could be calculated that it would take six months to break through. He could only work at night, during the day someone could see through the door window.

He could number it like a brick, a stone. Early in the morning, he put everything back in its place again, from the fine lime powder he had set aside, made glue, smoothed the broken gap with it, and then sat on it to dry it with the heat of his body; then he nailed the iron straps to the wooden crate again and was left wasted during the day. She made a lime pad from her hair.

His biggest difficulty was how to remove the plaster scraped from the stones.

He smashed it first into a fine powder and then through its window -307-through a tube twisted from paper, he blew it out into the open as the guard turned his back.

Once an old grenade was placed under his window to stand guard.

He noticed this dusting and shouted:

– Hey Trenk!

Frederick was scared.

– Take better care! the old soldier growled.

– Don’t tell me! whispered Frederick.

– I do not. My name is Gefhardt. The other one you gave your diamond button to is a villain. It’s cheated. On the money entrusted to him, he did not buy you a boat, but drank it. Its name is Schütz. Hang it up! – I’m not asking you for anything. – Maybe you can use this.

With that, he threw the iron rifle charger into the window, stuck in the wire at the nail clamp. Trenk pulled him close. This did him a very good service in digging through the wall.

He soon also received a knife from the old grenade, hidden in his prophet: he needed it too much in his work.

In the sixth month, he got so bored that he drilled the thick wall all the way to the last layer of bricks, the more handsome the work, because he had to spend half a night putting the removed stones back in place and plastering the broken gap from the outside.

No trace of mine work was noticed during the investigation.

The inexplicability of this bold experiment is that Trenk did not follow the determined determination to free himself from the captivity of Glatz Castle.

All he had to do was cross a thin brick wall, risk a jump on the squats, and then swim across the narrow Elbe. And there was no ice on the Elbe now, not a lame comrade had to be shrugged now, yet he hesitated.

The Trenk, from Glatz to Thorn, in cruel winter time, -308-starving himself through his hunger, misery, he now found himself intending to escape with all the gentleman’s comfort.