Based on real events
Manifestant waving the Kurdish flag. Source
The main problem with driving and talking on the telephone is that it drives your attention away from your surroundings. People still do it anyway, maybe for habit, or maybe because they do not want to stop to take the call.
Deniz was driving at the A4 Autobahn when Zoran called. Deniz took the call and kept driving.
- Hey man where are you? - Zoran nor even said hello. He asked for Deniz upfront.
- Hi, cousin. I’m back in Düren. I'm sorry I left without telling anyone. I couldn’t.
- Man, what do you mean you couldn’t? We’re here, for whatever it takes, man.
- I know you are there for me, I know. But the government blocked my number. It didn’t work until I left Turkey.
- So you just left?
- Again, I’m so sorry for not having a proper good-bye. I just had to leave. It was not safe to stay - Deniz tried to wrap up the call...
- And your career, what about your career? - … but Zoran insisted.
- Oh, you didn’t know?
- No, man, I don’t know anything anymore.
- The Turkish federation banned me from playing, dude. And now that dickhead president of theirs will say they won’t arrest me, but they put me on probation for five years. I never knew they thought I was that powerful.
- So you won’t come back to Kurdistan ever again.
- “Ever again” is a strong thing to say, cousin. Kurdistan will be independent one day. Then I’ll come back. Until then, it’s safer for me here.
At the moment, Deniz was being overtaken by another car. He looked to the car passing him by for a moment and he could see the face of the man in the passenger seat of the overtaking car during a split second. The man looked back at him and smiled. Then, something clicked in Deniz’s mind. He slammed the brakes and ducked.
The passenger drew a pistol and fired three times against Deniz, who was not hit thanks to the quick reaction at the brakes. The other driver stepped on the brakes too and tried to reverse to have a clear face-to-face view. Deniz stepped at the gas pedal as hard as he could and drove away. The hitman attempted to shoot him another three times but managed to only shatter his back glass.
- DENIZ! WHAT HAPPENED?
- DENIZ! ARE YOU ALRIGHT?
- I’m here! Shit! I’ll call you back!
Deniz buried his right foot on the throttle pedal for some kilometres and drove away through a random exit until the car started malfunctioning. He then pulled up at the side of the road and called the police.
After calling the cops, the rush of adrenaline wore off and he started to realize what was happening. After a tumultuous football career, at least he got to spend the rest of his years living in Kurdistan, where he could be surrounded by his family and his people. When he got too involved in the independence of Kurdistan, however, things started to spiral downwards. First, he got banned from playing professional football. Then, he was sentenced to 18 months in jail for “terrorist propaganda”, a sentence converted into 5-year probation.
Fanart in tribute to Deniz Naki. Source
It was time, then, to come back to Germany, where Deniz Naki was born. He had got the love of the fans in Hamburg when he played for St. Pauli. The leftist fans loved this Kurdish kid that scored goals and provoked right-wing rivals, and who risked his life to defend the self-determination of his people. It was time to come back to Germany, to get a fresh start. To stop being a target and move on with his life in a safe place where he had support.
But boy, he was wrong. He always knew something like that could happen, but never in Germany. Yet, he was there, parked by a random road with six bullets somewhere inside his car. He allowed himself to cry. Not only about the attacks, the intolerance, but also for the future. What to do next? How to bounce back from this? If not in Germany, where on Earth would he be truly safe?