Schmidt paused for a moment, then surprised—and frightened—himself by spilling the full truth: "Goddam it! I want out of this country. I want to throw the discus—if not here, then somewhere else. I want to compete. Let me leave!"
The Stasis were suddenly very still, leaving the dangerous words hanging in the air. Schmidt knew he had put himself in great jeopardy, but he recalled later, "I didn't care, honestly. I just felt relieved."
There was nothing of the nail-biter about Wiedemann now. He was calm, authoritative. "Quietly now, please tell us all about it, but calmly, quietly," he said.
Schmidt said, "First, let me phone my parents. Let me phone a lawyer."
"It's not possible," said Wiedemann.
"Why did your people arrest me?"
"Traffic hooliganism. You were driving 120 where only 50 is allowed."
"That is why I am locked in here?"
"Well, not exactly. We have something else to discuss. You say you are not happy in the G.D.R.? Why?"
"I can't pursue my sport anymore. I must go."