Letter from Can Dündar: Tenderfoot in the espionage world

The first night I was brought to Silivri Prison near Istanbul together with my colleague Erdem Gül, they asked us what charges we were in on at the first registration desk: "Terror or ordinary?"The first night I was brought to Silivri Prison near Istanbul together with my colleague Erdem Gül, they asked us what charges we were in on at the first registration desk: "Terror or ordinary?"

I leaned backwards and took a deep breath: "I am a spy," I said in a serious manner. I fully enjoyed the reaction of astonishment mixed with admiration on the face of my questioner. 

But if they had asked me which country I was spying for, I wouldn't have known. If I knew, I would have asked to be swapped with a spy of that country on a bridge, but they did not tell me this.  

Worse, there is no proof on hand to show them that I am a spy. According to the verdict of the judge, I immediately printed the document I got hold of on the front page of the newspaper (I am, after all, quite a rookie at spying). The judge, of course, caught me? 

This is the only proof?

Because the justice system works somewhat slowly here, he recognized the situation six months later? Like the violent father at home telling his son, "I am waiting for the guests to leave and then I will show you," he waited for the G-20 Summit to finish.

And immediately after the guests left, he decided to arrest me so that I could not tamper with the evidence. 

On the day in question, 100,000 copies of the paper were printed; that means there are 100,000 pieces of proof. I need to urgently go tamper with them. 

I made a plan on the first night; I wrote a letter to our spy ring: "Find these copies immediately and black out all the headlines with a...