17. September 2022 It has been two years since I sat at my desk and wrote in my journal. During my disappearance, I was confined to the basement of a dilapidated residence in the northern village of Rüdersdorf, Dorstenland. A heavy metal clasp with a chain that extended to the wall was attached to my ankle from the moment I arrived. My food consisted of scraps from the meals my abductors ate. I can count on one hand the number of meals untouched by the mouths of those who kept me. I became numb to the stench that came from a bucket containing my urine and feces. The bodily waste…