when we transferred her to golden gate, the tide was turning to her staying. i don't remember why we left the house on north ridge, other than we couldn't afford it anymore. we went from a three-bedroom house in a suburb by the ocean, to nine of us living in a studio apartment in the ghetto. >> one thing that appealed to the sla about the apartment, is it was on exactly the same street as the fbi office was. >> there's a common principle, hide in plain sight, that works more than people imagine. by the time we go from golden gate, she goes from being a prisoner to suggesting to the comrades that she doesn't want to go home. she had to convince us that this wasn't some bullshit, that she wanted to go home any second. i was one of the last people