All our complaints were lisened to and written down, but M. Fischer said in jest “It is your business as prisoners to complain” but there was little doubt, I think, that these gentlemen saw that our complaints were made not wholly without cause. Many promises were made by the Turkish officer who accompanied the party as to the quick delivery of parcels – but whoever reads this diary will by now have ascertained what hope we placed in these “Turkish promises”. So the delegates departed, having taken a few snapshots including a group of our Senior Officers, in the midst of whom figured that, unspeakable, sallow faced Mohammedan, that typical child of Turkey – Kaizim Bey.
A few days after their departure I received a letter from home acknowleding certain letters regarding our treatment and stating the fact that two delegates from Geneva had already started and were on their way to Yozgad; I felt certain that they must have had intimation that affaires at Yozgad were not satisfactory for they came direct from Constantinople to visit us before going on to other camps. They stated that they were not visiting Kashamounie as the officers there were happy & contented, and that the