Brother, I am now writing this my second letter this year to you in the hope that it will reach you. My family and I are okay. Although it is now almost three years since I heard from my mother, father, brother and two sisters — I believe that they too are all right. I contracted tuberculosis in jail, but am praying that it will heal and that I will one day again be able to see my family — if God spares us.
I am sorry for the loss I caused you [by killing your father]. When I today think back about it — which deprived me of my freedom — my heart is heavy. I repent of what I did, and ask God for forgiveness, to fill up the gap caused by my transgression. Therefore, friend, I ask also you to forgive me…. What I have done will always be held against me, for not everyone can forgive and forget. It is not that I want it forgotten about, but I only wish to think about it less bitterly. That is my heart’s desire.
