Had I had the money for the trip to Turkey, I wouldn't have stayed as long as I did. I spent much of my time writing poetry and articles in my notebooks. On the 11th of April, 1982 I wrote "The Medusa Kingdom" poety-turkich while waiting for S. in the Schvarzenberg Café. A few friends had gotten together and written an account of my arrest and expulsion from the country and the story was published in local newspapers in both German (Kurier)_ ( Krunen Zaitung) and Turkish (Tercuman) on the 14th of April. The story was even the subject of several radio news reports. I was, as a result of my apparent association with illegal immigrants, designated as a sort of leader of a network for illegal immigration into Western Europe! Things became difficult almost overnight. My friends suggested, and rightly so, that I should make myself as scarce as possible. I spent a lot more time in my little room writing poetry. When I had to go out, I had the feeling that every pair of blue eyes concealed a policeman and each Autrichien that went out of at his home had for mission to look for me and to denounce me to the police.