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.
S. was the first to tell me that I
was in danger: "Don't go out. They're looking for you
who had my paintings in his café and had bought the better part
of the goods that I'd sold suddenly wanted nothing to do with me.
He told me to clear my paintings out and took advantage of my weakened
situation to renege on more than half of what he owed on the material
that he had not yet paid in full. He even threatened to denounce
me to the Turks who'd put a 10,000 Shilling bounty on my head.