How we lost Apo. The pressure of time and events is terrifying for all of us. The ambassador is communicating with the leader of the Kenyans, who shows him the middle car from the convoy of five vehicles.

We exit the exit gate of the residence's compound, the ambassador, Ocalan, me, and Dilan. We have Ocalan in the middle. We reach the car that was indicated to us. A Kenyan opens the back door and Apo gets in the back seat, while the ambassador and I try to get in with him.

The Kenyans obstruct us, as they do with Dilan, who is trying to get into the car, and when she sees that she cannot, she begs Apo to get out and for us to re-enter the residence. The ambassador and I hold the car doors open, so he cannot leave. The Kenyans imply that they fear someone among us may be armed and tell the ambassador that until the airplane, they are responsible for Apo.

At such times, such words. The darkness, the pressure of events, and the feeling that you are completely alone in handling such a matter do not allow you to behave otherwise. The constant 'throw him out,' the insults, the vulgarity, and the absence of Athens bring us to where we are. Unable to reverse the flow of events...

Apo is left in the back seat, alone, and watches the dialogue between the ambassador and the Kenyans in English....