Dear friends,

Thank you for your letters to Liza.

They have been passed on to her in Jail (through her Lawyer).
Here is, what she replies (in two letters- see below).

Best regards,

Peter Zoehrer
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Letter 1

Hi!

I miss you!

I’m fine. I try to keep myself under control and not to become apathetic. I read God’s word, take cold shower and do morning exercise.
Here also we try to live in a friendly fashion although people of course differ.

It’s quite clear that love means efforts for the sake of others, it spurs fantasy! While I am surrounded by people, I know, I’ll surely not perish. There are many of those whom I can take care of. Honestly, at the beginning I was afraid of the inhabitants of the jail. Now I understand that people will not make me worse. Of course I might be too credulous in respect to the people; there are some, who could deceive. But as a matter of fact it will not decide my fate, so that I’m quite confident about myself. And also you shouldn’t worry about me.
Actually, people here are good.

So again, you shouldn’t worry. I miss you all!

Liza



Letter 2

Hi pals!

Many thanks for your letters! Thank you for your support! As much as I tried, I couldn’t restrain my tears. Mama says, I’m the happiest girl, because I’ve got SUCH friends!

Don’t worry, I’m fine! Now I start realizing what it's all about.


I’ll try to describe in short the local way of life. I’m sorry, but now I can understand what and how felt our True Father when he was in jail. Of course, there’s no comparison, but still…

First what struck me was the slang. It’s “romanticism” of a sort. Absolutely incomprehensible! Some words you can understand if you strain your brain. E.G. “radio” means “chatterbox”. The meaning of many other words I can only guess. It is not customary to ask questions. Here exist special laws. In general, they welcome: absence of bad habits, positive public thinking and of course good humor. That is – like anywhere.
People here are incarcerated for three reasons: murder, drugs and fraud.

The first 2 days (Sat. and Sun.) I was placed “in quarantine” that is in a mass cell. It’s customary there on acquaintance to recite your name and sentence. Everybody showed interest when I named mine.

Women my elders call me “daughter” or just “Lizka”. I’m trying to make heartistic relations. The whole day I’m sitting inside. Once a day we go for a 20 minutes walk. But it is also inside a limited space with concrete walls and louvered ceiling? So that when I at last see the sun I’ll surely dance of joy. I miss the sun so much!

The windows here are also armored with metallic jalousie, so that it’s impossible to see anything through them. But instead, we have a TV set. News for me is like a window into the outside world. The bulk of information I get from there. And I get a great support from God’s word. I try to read as much as possible. It’s now clear to me, what had Jesus and TF to overcome. The local atmosphere helps a lot. Was it a coincidence or God’s dispensation, but most topics on TV are about prisons.

But whose life flies easy now? Life comes not easy to anybody, and God’s burden is the hardest. I’m trying to combine “the pleasant and the useful”. I started learning English and now took up Korean. By the way, here also God is witnessing! Korean textbook arouse big interest. I said I’ve set up at learning 12 languages and the Korean is the easiest among them, because it has the letters. Everybody got immediately inspired and ready to learn with me. Especially, because now Korean movies are very popular here. Thanks for the filter. I wish you knew how much joy it awakened here. And also thank you for the song-book. Would it be possible to pass me yet another song-book with Kazakh songs? All my fellow-prisoners are Kazakh women and I cannot sing always alone. For them it’s vexing, that I don’t know their language.

And one more favor I’d like to ask of you. Please send me a cup. The one I had is broken. It’s true. It got cracked under boiling water.

As far as it goes I consider myself the happiest being in this prison. I’m trying to be the most loving and giving. I do not insist everything goes OK, but I keep on trying. I’ve a good chance to gain wisdom by experience.

I’m very much grateful to everybody.
My biggest and warmest greetings!

Liza