We arrived at Manbij at 8 p.m. the same day. The smuggler took us to another smuggler.

The smuggler was mad at me.

Out of the truck, the smuggler shouted.

The drug smuggler was arrested at the airport.

I have a smuggler. He will take us to the Turkish border.

I took my money and decided to find another smuggler to deal with.

We followed this new smuggler to his car. He drove us to the Turkish border.

In December, he says, he sold his land and paid a smuggler to get to Germany.

I told her there was a smuggler and I got assurances that everything would be under control.

We paid more than 50 per person so the smuggler could bribe his way through the checkpoints.

After two days with them, the person I was relying on to arrange things with the smuggler called me to go to the meeting point.

I called my neighbors from Syria, who I knew were living in Izmir, to ask if I could stay a few days until the smuggler called to say it was time to leave.

The smuggler told us that we d leave on the first of September. He said my girlfriend had to wear a hijab and that we also had to hide our phones and memory cards. All we could take with us was some clothes.