The next day, the 29th
of March 1982, I kept our appointment at the parking lot.
An hour later and she still hadn't arrived. I became impatient
and a little worried, I was turning around in my head the
thousand ways I could best take advantage of the money I'd
be getting back. Half would go for my debts, half for setting
up a business in Turkey. I thought that it would be best after
this comedy of errors in Germany and Austria to go back to
Turkey for good. Lost in thought, I heard a little noise an
thought, "There she is, at
last!". Suddenly the glass
in the door on the driver's side shattered into a million
pieces, scattering chunks of crystal all over the interior
and covering half of my face with tiny cuts. I didn't
understand what was happening until an automatic pistol attached
to a green uniformed sleeve was shoved under my nose and I
was hauled onto the pavement by an enormous policeman.
Ten other policemen were aiming their service weapons at
me as the gorilla handcuffed my hands behind my back and others
ransacked my car, tossing the only thing that they found,
the toys for the children back home, here and there in the
parking lot. I was then thrown into a paddy wagon and driven
off at top speed, sirens wailing, like a hardened criminal
straight to the city's central prison complex.