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clandestine and that the same can't be written. Neither can be optic because the small
window of his cell allows to watch only one of the internal courtyards, where rarely arrives
signs from the exterior of the prison.

In the conditions that I exposed, doesn't results evident, undoubtedly, in which way can
his Kameraden give solution to the problem and help the prisoner to escape. It may become
clear if we have present that, even by all the precautions taken by the enemy, they didn't
achieve to isolate it acoustically. (To do so, they would have to take him like Kaspar
Hausen, in a soundproof cell).

I will show now, as an epilogue, the chosen way by the Kameraden to give effective help;
a help that 1st: awake and 2nd: reveal the secret to the prisoner, orienting him to the
freedom.

At the moment to decide for an acoustic way to send the message to the prisoner the

Kameraden understood that they had a great advantage: the enemy ignores the original
language of the prisoner. It is possible then to transmit the message simply, with no double
sense, taking advantage that the same will not be understood by the enemy. With this
conviction the Kameraden made this: many of them climbed to a nearby mountain and, using
an enormous conch, which allows to amplify tremendously the sound of the voice, they started
to emit the message. They made this continuously, for years, because they had sworn to not
abandon the attempt until the last prisoner be free again. And the message descended from the
mountain, crossed the fields and rivers, traversed the walls and invaded up to the last corner of
the prison. The enemies at the beginning were surprised, but, due to that language doesn't
means nothing for them, they taken the musical sound for a song of a bird fabulous and
farther, and at the end they finished to accustomed to it and they forgot it. But,

What does it said?

It consisted in two parts. First the Kameraden sang an infantile song. It was a song
that the prisoner had heard many times in his childhood, there, in the golden
homeland, when the dark days of the war and the perpetual captivity only could be a
nightmare impossible to dream. O how sweet memories evoked that melody! what Spirit, even
how asleep it is, would not awake, feeling eternally young, hearing again the primordial songs,
those which were spellbound listened in the joyful days of the childhood, and that, unknowing
how, were transformed in a mysterious and ancient dream? Yes; the prisoner, even how asleep
could be his Spirit, even if the oblivion locked his senses, He will finally awake and remember!
He would feel the nostalgia of the farther homeland, he would understand that only who have
an infinite courage, with an unlimited intrepidity, can realize the achievement of the fugue.

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