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Journal Update
20. Mai 2024 My new journal enteries will soon be posted. Stay tuned… – Ian Köhler
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Journal Entry 23
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…
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Journal Entry 22
05. August 2020 The funeral for Karina was held this morning at Wenceslas Cathedral in Eberbach’s City Centre. I was amazed and worried about the thousands of people who poured into the City Centre to pay their respects to Karina as the funeral commenced. The people of Dorstenland have shown so much support that I am still having trouble comprehending everything that is going on. King Jonas has used every bit of his power and influence to leave no stone unturned as the search continues for my children, Otto and Emma. The intelligence community still has confidence that my two children are alive and held hostage somewhere in or near…
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Journal Entry 21
01. August 2020 It has taken me a week to get the strength to write a new entry in my journal. On 25. Juli, the knocking on my bedroom door, woke me from my first good sleep since my family was taken from me. Fräulein Heng was calling my name as she frantically knocked harder and harder to get my attention. I immediately jumped out of bed and ran to the door and opened it. There was Fräulein Heng, tears raining down her cheeks. She was uncontrollably crying and was having difficulty catching her breath. I asked her what the matter was, but she could not get the words out.…
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Journal Entry 20
22. Juli 2020 Even though my secretarial duties required me to attend this afternoon’s parliamentary address by Prime Minister Northcott, I was not obliged to go for obvious reasons. But I needed to go. I wanted Northcott to see me there. The prime minister must know I am watching his every move. Our eyes did meet momentarily as he entered the chamber, but Northcott made it a point to never look in my direction during the entire briefing. The prime minister had attended the Special Meeting of the European Council in Brussels from 17- 21. Juli. Today, he addressed parliament members regarding the context of those meetings and how the…
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Journal Entry 19
21. Juli 2020 At the insistence of the king, I spent most of the afternoon at the palace. I can feel depression setting in, so I know a change of scenery from my estate was in order. It has been 17 long days since Karina and the children were taken from me. Also, I have not seen one of my sisters in person since my family’s abduction. Because of security concerns, my sisters and I only communicate via secured lines set up by DG9. Just two days after Karina and the children disappeared, Jonas instructed the palace’s security chief, Damien Fernsby, to establish 24-hour security for my sisters and their…
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Journal Entry 18
20. Juli 2020 I know Fräulein Heng meant well, but by putting two of Dorstenland’s most notorious tabloid newspapers on my desk this morning, she inadvertently started my day off on the wrong foot. One of the tabloids insinuated that I played a role in the disappearance of my wife and children. The other tabloid’s front page had a target symbol superimposed over a picture of the royal family, with a headline that read “Are They Next?” During times like these, I question humanity. Our domestic intelligence service, Dorstenland Geheimdienste (DG9), continues to receive reports from all over the country with sightings of Karina, Otto, and Emma. The reports range…
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Journal Entry 17
18. Juli 2020 The light sounds of knocking on my bedroom door woke me from a well-needed deep sleep. After requesting a few moments to get dressed, I got out of bed and realized I was still wearing yesterday’s clothes. I honestly do not even remember going to bed last night. When I opened my bedroom door, I thought I was dreaming. Standing in the hallway was a dark-haired, petite woman holding two suitcases. As soon as we made eye contact, the woman dropped her bags, ran towards me, and gave me the most comforting hug that I have ever felt. With her eyes full of tears, she quietly said,…
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Journal Entry 16
17. Juli 2020 It is tough for me to write this journal entry. The king said it would be therapeutic to write down my thoughts and feelings to keep myself focused. My hand is trembling as I write down these words. I am numb. I am scared. I am furious. I am exhausted. I am deeply depressed. I cannot eat. I am lost without knowing the whereabouts of my family. I blame myself every day for not being home when my family needed me the most. Thirteen days have passed since the abduction. Thirteen days of pure torture in my heart. Thirteen days of not hearing one word on the…
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Journal Entry 15
3. Juli 2020 I am still trying to grasp this week’s events, from the apparent “suicide” of the man who attempted to assassinate the king, to the parliamentary bills presented by the prime minister’s party, which sparked widespread demonstrations throughout Dorstenland. Add the COVID-19 pandemic to the mix; I feel I am living in an alternative reality. After Prime Minister Northcott’s morning press conference, the prime minister and I once again got into a private and fiery exchange regarding King Jonas’s public opinions. Northcott indirectly threatened to challenge the legitimacy of King Jonas and the entire House of Dietrich should Jonas continue to undermine Northcott’s agenda. I immediately rebuked the…