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himself considered any idea that he might want to murder someone like Mert – a little squit in his eyes – laughable.)

Half an hour later the battered Mert Ortaç, with just fifty dollars in his pocket, stumbled out of the apartment and headed for the national bus station, from where he caught a ride to the town of Izmir. Here he would lick his wounds and wonder what on earth he should do next. It was obvious: he would go underground. Mert disappeared for the last time – until he was arrested many months later while applying for a passport under a different name in November 2008.

Further strange tales inhabit Mert's dream world – neither reality nor fantasy – but, for our purposes, this is where it ends.

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