"No. No. And no again."
"Maybe you could bring a pirate out of his cell to speak to me?" I suggested.
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Farah Ismael Elih made no apologies for what he had done |
After a long pause and a resigned shrug, the commander agreed.
He led me through sandy courtyards where a few men strolled about in bright blue prison uniforms. We stopped to chat to them. One was in for fighting with his parents, another for grievous bodily harm.
We then walked past the cells - there were 10 men in each, their faces glistening with sweat in the darkness - through various heavy doors and long corridors to a room almost completely filled by a big, glossy table.
The commander told me to sit down and wait.
People wandered in and out, some sitting down on the chairs around the table.
After sitting silently for quite some time, I asked when the pirate was coming.
'Mild face'
"He's here already," someone said, gesturing casually towards a man in a white skull cap, sitting at the other side of the table.
I was surprised, as I had expected someone to be brought in in handcuffs and chains. This man was one of those who had just wandered in and sat down.
I said I needed to be nearer to him, so that I could record his voice. He came over and sat right next to me.
Although he had a mild face and twinkling eyes, if he had wanted to, he could have hit me with very little difficulty.
He told me his name was Farah Ismael Elih, that he was 48 years old and that he came from the port town of Bossasso.
He sprawled back in his chair, and seemed very relaxed. He was also rather well-dressed.
He wore bright red flip flops and a sarong around his waist. His long-sleeved shirt was unwrinkled and he had a small white towel rolled up and wrapped rakishly around his neck.
His beard was quite neat. His two front teeth were white. The rest were black.
I switched on my recording machine and started the interview.
Bazooka
Farah Ismael Elih made no apologies for what he had done, and explained how unlucky he had been to be caught on his first ever pirate trip. |
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