In the midst of all these incidents watched with sorrow, astonishment, as a lesson to learn from and sometimes in horror, I have to take a look at the famous main indictment.

I summarize here what a man named Nurettin Veren said about me today: “I left the Hizmet movement in 1996. I know Akin Ipek very well. I’ve known him since before 1990??? I’ve sat with his elder brother at their petrol station on numerous occasions. I used to go to their printers a lot. He was among the Samanyolu trustees. He was in the printing business. He was ordered to go into mining.”

Apparently, Nurettin Bey has been my friend for 27 years…maybe 30.

I beg his pardon, but I have no recollection of it. Not a telephone conversation nor a meeting…

Before 1990, my twenties, my fast student days, England, and then Hacettepe University. I have tried hard to remember…But I can’t. The campuses were very crowded, maybe that’s why.

I’ve always wished I had, …said if only I had, I would be very happy, but unfortunately I haven’t got an elder brother.

I would have loved to host Nurettin Bey at our petrol station. If only we had one. Unfortunately, we haven’t got a petrol station and we’ve never had one.

In fact, he should beg my pardon.

He couldn’t even remember in which district our printers was, the one he visited so many times over the years. He doesn’t know that I owned coal, antimony, and silver mines either. He’s never heard of them.

Finally, Nurettin Bey says he left in 1996. But he is talking about a time after 2005 as if he has never left. As if our petrol station meetings continued after 2005.

This bit is very interesting…

They appointed trustees to Koza Ipek on the grounds that we had a meeting in Smurf Village in Yeni Mahalle in Ankara with the intention of committing a crime. We’ve tried our damnedest to say there is no such place, but now we’ve got the petrol station of the village…