One evening in early October, I heard the hatch in my cell door clang open. “Snell!” a guard yelled, “Avukat!”
“Avukat?” I asked, confused. It was after 6:00 p.m. They never let lawyers come to the prison this late. The guard sighed and motioned for me to come to the door. I shuffled down the hall in my prison slippers and spotted one of my lawyers sitting in a visitation room.