Day 7

I reported them.

I came here to validify the horrific stoeies we've been hearing about oceania. But I have discovered a whole new dimention of living.

Day 6

This business with following people around is really getting to my head. It's very strange to follow people who are themselves followed and to know that they, in turn, are following you. Becoming spies we never trained for scenarios like these.

Today I followed Winston all day. Towards the afternoon he met upp with Julia in the old clocktower! It fascinated me that people actually made dates. That pure affection still exists here beats me. It felt very odd, in fact, that in this world of mindless slaves, they were free enough to love someone. It was pretty, but it made me mad. What gave them the right to love, when oone else could. It would be like eating a feast for 100 people alone, when the whole world was starving to death.

Day 5

Today has by far been the most interesting day this far. Julia must have recognised me in the tremendous crowds on the way to the ministry today. When I was right beside her, she started talking. She continued looking forward and shoving throught the crowd so it took me a moment to realise that she was in fact adressing me. As she slipped me a paper I believe her exact words were: "Okay, you can stop following me around. Meet me there at noon and we'll fix it".

Obviously I thought that this would be my big break. I made sure to bring my notepad, several pens and the brand new descreetocamera I got for this mission. As I made my way to the clearing on her map I dreamt of how this interview would make me famous at home. As I pushed the bushes aside I gasped. Julia was standing naked. Gesturing for me to join her. This wasn't wat I came for but I'm not one to say no. The most peculiar thing though, was how wrong it felt, making love to her. Like it was a sin agains Big Brother almost. Afterwards she left me, saying: "Thanks. I hope you're as satisfied as I am, so I will never see you again"?

Day 4

Now I realise that the only way to get somewhere with this spying is to really get on the inside. That is why, when I came upon Syme early this morning, I might add that he was in a dreadful state, I only hesitated for a moment before I stripped him of his blue Party overalls. I know it wasn't very gentelmanly behavior on my part. But in the state he was in, he really didn't need them, besides, I figured, stealing from a man who does not and has never existed, simply can't be against the law.

From there it was all very simple. I got to follow the guy with the journal to work. Of course I made sure he didn't suspect me, by playing the part of the pitiful cleaner. There are few people as invisable as an old cleaner with a crooked back. At what I thought would be midday break, the anti-sex woman, who's name I found out is Julia appeared. We all gathered in a smallish room and watched a film with Big Brother on it. The whole thing was so gripping, I dare say I rather enjoyed it, in all it's barbaric senses.

Day 3

Things are getting more peculiar by the day here in Oceania. The guy named Syme I was following has literally vanished into thin air. it's not simply the fact that I can't find him that bothers me, but he's actually been erased from every paper, every list and every schedule to be found. Was it not for what I wrote in this journal on day one, I would probably believe that I deliberatley made this man up.

When I reallised that there was no way I would be following Syme around today, I decided to keep looking for the owner of the journal I found the other day. I put on a black sack, sawed a hole behind the TV-like screen in the apartment and simply waited behind it, until someone showed up. The fellow is a middelaged man, he came home, drank some gin and proceeded with writing in in the journal. No wonder he wrote such ramblings. I must say that he looked a great deal terrified to me as well, although of what, I can't percieve.

Day 2

Today has been slightly more productive. I've been fortunate enough to find what seems to be a diary of some sort. Although it mostly contains lunatic ramblings, it certainly isn't orthodox. I will have to find out who this notebook belongs to before I can judge it's relevance though, since it's only of interest if written by a bloogin' Party member.

I've also noticed a rather peculiar pattern in the behavior of one of the younger women in the anti-sex league. At a quick look she seams to be "Joe Orthodoxy" but she continuosly takes different routes home, and simply does not act like the other, sexually neurtalised young women. Something to look into perhaps...

The last good news for today is about a man who calls himself O'Brian. He seams to be of high ranking in this system, which means that he might not be under as heavy an influence of the Parties lies as the rest of Ociania.

For now I am sleeping in a room outside town with an old prole who calls himself Ruggy. It's a cold, stinking house and Ruggy is a rather daft bloke, but it will do for now, I presume.