When Nader Naeimi was 17 years of age, he hatched a plan to escape from his home in Isfahan, Iran, cross the border into Turkey and head towards the United States.
He was one of six friends making the dash, all keen to escape being drafted into the national service by the Iranian government, which at that time was warring with Iraq.
One night in April 1988 just after dusk, the six friends jumped into the back of a utility vehicle and hid as the driver headed towards the Turkish border, more than 700 kilometres away. Iraq was closer but that wasn’t an option. Pakistan, Afghanistan and Turkmenistan weren’t enticing. Turkey seemed the best chance of success.
When they reached the border area, and approached the first of several border crossings, the six friends jumped out of the back of the car a few hundred metres before the check point and headed into the bush.
“The crossings were quite frightening,” Naeimi says. “It was like being in a movie. We could see all the lights and the dogs barking. We were in camouflage. We had to be careful.”
A few hundred metres down the road, the group jumped back into the vehicle and drove to the next check point. They got out again, skirted civilisation, and returned to the vehicle a kilometre down the road. Naeimi and his friends didn’t have passports. They didn’t have much food, though they had been given some money.
The crossings were quite frightening. It was like being in a movie. We could see all the lights and the dogs barking. We were in camouflage. We had to be careful.”
The night of the border crossing was cold. It was spring, but that region of the globe is mountainous. The snows had melted from the fierceness of winter, but warmth was an issue. They made it to Turkey just before dawn, cold, thirsty and hungry and without much of a plan.
Naeimi and his friends were still only moving at night. On the second night, they climbed a mountain on the Turkish border, hoping to head towards Istanbul which was 1,000 kilometres west, and then on to northern Europe.
“We had someone showing us the way over the mountain. I remember that we kept asking him ‘how much longer?' He always said ‘two hours’. It was a very hard walk.
“By the time we made it to the top it was 6am. We were thirsty because we had no water. One of the guys had food poisoning and we had to carry him.”
The friends bunkered down for the day, ready to resume their trek at nightfall.
“As soon as we started walking again, all these Turkish soldiers appeared. I have no idea where they came from, but they were everywhere. They radioed through to their base and were told to just send us back.”
Naeimi didn’t speak Turkish so didn’t understand the command. One of the friends, the only woman, understood the order over the radio and started screaming.
“When the superiors heard a woman was in the group, they said: ‘OK, send them down.' And that’s what happened,” Naeimi says. They entered Turkey on a two-year refugee visa, under the United Nations HCR program.