Framework

Let me show you the real framing work…

The moment I realised they'd thrown me into the middle of a war, I started framing. Because I knew they'd call me crazy and a liar later, so I framed each attack separately and sent them to different countries for safekeeping. The first serious framing was the pictures and videos I took while looking into the eyes of a hitman. So let's start with that.

I always charged my car in the parking lot of Van der Valk hotel in Emmeloord. My small house after my divorce I bought myself was lacked a car charger so while it was charging I'd walk to the hotel's back. One day a man hid behind a door with a bulge in his pocket! a knife or gun was waiting me to step out from car. I noticed him and started taking photos and videos. When he realised I was taking pictures he ran inside the hotel. That day I saved my life once more. Remember, this was just one hired killer! I faced over six hired killers, looking into their eyes and photographing them, saved my life and became my own hero!

Then there's a pile of framed documents, pictures, and killers. Truly, a masterpiece of formula design.

How about we continue from Ankara?

I visited Ankara Divan for the second time. While crossing from the Black Sea to the Mediterranean, I needed a place to rest and the hotel's comfortable beds made it my choice. For me, a good night's sleep is essential when travelling, so I prioritise comfortable beds in hotels.

I came across the coded post the day before while reading the news. It said, "Juan Pablo Montoya tells Max not to shower again; he'll slip and die." The next morning, as I stepped into the shower, I realised the showerhead was almost detached. It was another assassination plot, designed to end my life. If I'd used it, it could have fallen on my head. Then they'd say she for slipped and died.

Numerous assassination attempts were made against me but it felt as though a higher power was preventing my death. A great power was assisting me shielding me from all manner of corruption.

Without further ado, this is an assassination plot from this Airbnb, surrounded by enemies.

That afternoon in Cyprus Constructions' Airbnb kitchen, I was baking some gluten-free olive bread and turned on the oven. The bathroom in the pictures is windowless, and I used it as a storage room. I was there to look through some books and newspapers from my archive. Then the door slammed shut, and the doorknob refused to budge. It was heavy and solid. I tried to stay calm and think, not like a princess cried. I removed a few metal pieces from the bathroom and made my own tools, then hit the floor, shouting "Help!" So maybe people downstairs would come for help. But of course, no one came. All that trap for planning to kill me, right?

When I stopped for a while and looked in the mirror, I said, "Okay, Max, this is it, we're dying!" But I was not the one give up easy, calmed down and removed another metal piece, cutting my hands in the process. With that own made tools, I broke the door and got out. I'd been trapped inside for nearly an hour. I made a lot of noise with the metal things but it was an assassination attempt and no one came.

If I'd died there it would have been a "slip and fall in the bathroom" scenario a second act. The oven was on and it was going to catch fire too so it was the perfect time for the assassination.

With the inner strength that had helped me, I managed to break down an iron door and escape within an hour. Upon my release, I promptly called the nearest police station. Two policemen arrived and positioned themselves on the balcony, clearly more interested in posing for the cameras than fulfilling their duties. One of them spoke to me arrogantly before they departed without even taking fingerprints.

That day, I enjoyed my tea and olive bread on the balcony. It was my message to them: you can't kill me. My hands trembled as I ate but I'd saved my life once more.

The Formula is over! You can't kill Sirin Sarıkaya! Max won't be racing in Zandvoort. I have thousands of documents proving your formula's existence.

You killed civilians but today I'm saving them.

Goodbye