As the various uniforms – military, gendarme, plain – and shades approached the car Reservoir Dogs style Radwan stared straight ahead unflinching. Ishmael, in the back seat next to me, was uneasy – he had not his father’s experience of the battlefield to fall back on. The foot passengers looked on waiting for the action and were sent on their way. An element waved me to put down my camera.

“You and you” pointing to Radwan and Ishmael “get down from the car”.

Ismael had gone into an automatic trance and was doing as ordered. I got out. “I’m the group leader, what’s going on?”

“You are to be escorted to the gendarmerie. These two must go in the pick up”.

“All of us to be escorted?”

“Yes.’

“Then why can’t they stay in my car to the gendarmerie?”

“These two are going in the pick up”

“The old man is 86, he’s weak and frail and can’t walk.”

“Today he will walk”.

Radwan greeted by an old friend on the ferry moments before his arrest