We had just finished four days hard filming. Two stories were in the bag and we were set to leave Turkey within the hour. One of the films was about artists threatened by Article 301 that claimed they had insulted Turkey in their work.
The gate had been called and we were lining up to board. Time passed as it does and I fell into a dream. Then a voice broke the reverie.
"You let me on that bloody plane you b****. My father is a member of the mafia and I am going to have you f****** killed".
An irate passenger had been refused access to the plane. His four sports bags full of clothes beat the carry-on item allowance and he wasn't happy.