They would not confirm the names of their customers. The fucking salmon. And my pointed questions were often followed by long, silent pauses, as I was put on mute while they deliberated their responses. “Turkey?” I asked. By now, Turkey had become my test case. Ankara jailed more journalists than any other country on record that year. “Would you sell to Turkey?” I asked again. Long pause. “Please hold.” Another long five-minute pause. “No,” finally came the reply.
