belongedears, the land to my family. i was born here, and i will kill myself if i give it up. do that. we will take our clothes and leave for west berlin, and that is what we have done. >> lights out. the moment of darkness dreaded by everyone. the nights are the worst always. it is at night when a woman and a man lies wakeful and thinks. it is at night when a person wonders desperately -- did i say it right? will they believe me? will they let me stay? will i have a chance to work and be free? will i be united with my husband? >> our daughter -- we could not take her. we could not wait for her. >> for 200 years, the land belonged to my family. i was born here. >> in the drama-packed over him, the evidence is waived, the judgment pronounced. the three-man commission, and then elected by the people, has the terrible responsibility of deciding thousands of human destinies. no one is sent back. those who can prove they fled because of personal danger or other pressing reasons are granted the right to work and the right to live as individual people. for the rejected ones, a bare e