August 2012. Deska Global’s offices in Fethiye
BLOG 82 Confrontation
“No, no!” he cries, and then realizing that menace is having the opposite effect to what he wants (us out, and quickly), his voice suddenly becomes soothing and syrupy:
“Don’t worry, we will turn electricity on, but please go now.”
“You’ll turn the electricity on now, right now?” I ask. “I’ll phone my daughter who is at the villa to check.”
“Tomorrow” he says quietly, “It’s too late now. The Beledye is closed now. Tomorrow, definitely” and then, as I continue to stare balefully at him: “I promise. We will pay bill and work out what you owe in final settlement.”
“And our Tapu?”
“Yes, yes, of course. That too. M is looking after that.”
“We want it now. M can give it to us now.”
He looks startled as he gazes down at me, still sitting on the floor. I’m firmly planted but OH could do with a chair.
“Please give my husband a chair. He is not well.”
K , with gritted teeth, goes to the secretary’s office and flings open the door. There is a flurry of activity as a group of girls quickly step away from behind the door where they have been bunched together, trying to hear what’s happening in the drama unfolding just outside. A chair is quickly shoved out and OH gratefully sits down. As for me, the floor is fine. I’m not moving.
K returns to us, after glancing swiftly at the conference room where the Saudis are no doubt being given the hard or soft sell and where the door remains shut.
“I’m not moving until we have our Tapu.” I tell him, “We came for it in April. It’s now August. That’s enough time.”
K holds up his hand as if to say, “Wait” and goes to another office. Silence.
We wait –
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. . . to be continued . . .usually posted on Thursday
