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I had no idea what was going to happen to me. none. i have no idea how long i m going to be here. i don t know when i m going to get out of here, if ever. what i wanted to do was just curl up in a little ball somewhere and cry, because i was so tired and i was so emotionally drained that i wanted someone to take care of me. he put me in this cell. and it was a bare bunk, and it didn t have blankets and things on it. and it s cold, like steel and stone. there s no heat. i said something to him about, you know, is there a blanket or something? he said, no. sleep. go to sleep. go to sleep, and clangs the door shut. i could see him fumbling around with a key, but he didn t really lock the door. and off he went. ....
Easier place to escape from. that wasn t the hard part. the hard part was when you get out of it, what do you do then. you need someone on the outside. and that s where my friend patrick was going to be part and parcel of this escape plan. he came and visited me in the prison. we remained stalwart friends throughout. there was no one listening, so it became easy to talk about the situation. everyone says it s easy to escape. patrick would be on the outside with papers, passport and a car. i would escape out of bakirkoy, he d pick me up and we d drive off to the border and i d escape. all i have to do to get in is just convince them i m crazy. how hard could that be? none of my friends even had a doubt that i could convince them i was crazy. why should i talk to you? because i m here to help you. no, you re not! you are trying to get inside my head, but i m not going to let you. i put on a show. i didn t hold back. just tell me what you are writing. what are you writing? wha ....
Patrick was one of my best friends in the 60s. he was a writer and a dreamer. we instantly hit it off. i mean, the two of us saw the world in the same light. he was the guy that we would send out to pick up girls. he was so smooth, women just fell all over him. i almost finished college when i had just enough, and i needed to get out and explore the world so i can experience life, so i can write about it. i needed money. so for about two months i got a job at the milwaukee county hospital. one day while i was walking around, i walked past a room where somebody had a broken leg. back then, they had, like, rolls of tape, and they dipped them in water. and then wrap it, wrap it, wrap it, wrap it. and then the cast hardens. and i thought, wow, that s easy. i could do that myself. and somewhere that stuck in my mind, which stayed there until ....
He got himself involved with people from the underground getting false papers that somehow knew he had money. if i hadn t gotten in jail, if i hadn t done what i d done, patrick would still be alive. it was probably the lowest point of prison for me. my parents are suffering because of me. now my friend is dead because of me. it cracked me. but what it also did was, it turned that escape switch off. i got sent back to the sagmalcilar prison. i realized i still had whatever it was, another year and a half, ....
Wanted to come, but he said, your mother wanted to come, but i didn t think it was a good idea. and it wasn t. i m so glad she didn t come. it would have killed her to see me there. i finally received a four year and two month prison sentence. and that, to me, seemed a lifetime away. i was 23 when i was arrested. four years in prison? that s you know, that s a sixth of your life. but there is a question of escape. or becoming the next highly-unlikely ....