Anton makes it difficult for the author. The erratic behavior and the fading of the principles that were once so sacred to Anton make a clear description or portrayal of him impossible. From Anton's diary entry: "Here I sit, listening to her warm, soft, melodic voice; staring at two dimples and yet knowing that she belongs to the 'Five Gang.' The sun plays with the fine hairs on her forearm, and I watch how everyone gazes at that arm. My stomach tightens: jealousy? - No! Not with the 'Five Gang.'" - Nnnnstschk. Nnnnstschk. Another tape has come to an end. - The recording station in the detention center seems better suited for investigations.