(3/3) In the distance, we could see an island, and then the port of a tiny village. The fisherman had already made a few phone calls along the way and when we got there, after one or two hours, hundreds of people had gathered. They put us in a big room, and police and immigration came. We couldn’t run away again – it was too much. Doctors came, media came – it was huge. We gave some interviews.
One day passed but we didn’t hear any news of the other people. We kept asking, ‘Where are the others?’ Some . . .