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In that way I could respect her. She would always know more than I or at least pretend-to. This would be some-prison. Not a place one could just walk out-of, with no money, no-passport, no-rescue-friends and survive. I would truly be her prisoner.

I didn't stay long in Istanbul. It was too difficult to get anywhere. There were not many young westerners there, but the ones I did see were some of the most paranoid people I-ever encountered. They would have nothing to do with me and would not make eye-to-eye. So I found out the reason why. I went to the train station to buy a ticket back to Venice. There was a line and it was a long wait, a good at-least thirty minutes. In front of me was a young Englishmen who worked at the British Embassy, dressed in a bit of a do-up. Looking at me he had stories to tell, and he told them the whole wait. He liked it well enough there. He had a good job. Westerners were arrested all the time. The charge was always drugs. The hitch was that if you were staying in a hotel or hostel frequented by any number of other young westerners, some of whom might use-drugs, they would arrest everybody. He told me prison stories, later made famous in the movie, "Midnight Express". He told me it was very dangerous for me, looking as I did in Istanbul. I could be arrested. Westerners were busted all the time, for drugs or looking like drug-addled deviants. It was very difficult to get out of prison. In fact Epeck had told me that her father as a lawyer, was forever trying to get these people out of jail.

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