...they were headed in the direction of Cyprus. A planned and perilous escape, three young men left the Turkish shores as the clock stroke midnight with nothing more than a few items of clothing and little money. The Turkish poice were on their security boat at a certain position out at sea and they would shoot anything they saw out at sea by night which seemed suspicious. Tonight, the Turkish police were drunk. Nervously, the three young men neared and miraculously by-passed the Turkish police who were too busy endulging and raucously enjoying themselves to be keeping watch.
Relatively soon after reaching this milestone, the boat began to lose air. One of the men fainted with his eyes rolled back and in that terrifying moment the other two men didn't know if he was even alive. The other stood up and began shouting hysterically in Farsi, Turkish and other languages. 'Help! Help!' The third man, Alekkis, tried desperately to calm the uncontrolled ranting which would alert the police to their presence. He tried to reason with his friend, 'why are you doing this, we are both in this situation and this is not going to help. Either we work together or I leave you here.' He agreed, amidst hysterical crying.
Alekkis, the survivor, now alone in the crisis with one man unconcious and trying to deal with the other one who is no longer able to think clearly or assist.
Turning the inflatable boat around, he headed back to shore. The escape was over and now either they could get shot by the Turkish police or eaten by sharks in the water. Rowing alone, and having prayed to God alone to help him at this life-threatening moment, he felt a strong power behind him as he rowed and could not turn his head back to look. In moments, they were back at shore. What took three men about an hour to row, now took one man 15 minutes... Alekkis knew he had not been alone in this task and as the other two men ran off in panic once the third had been awakened, he sat for awhile to reflect.
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