Suppose for a minute that you're heavily involved in drug smuggling...not the top man or woman of course...just a perfectly ordinary smuggling person, who takes 'planes to faraway places with a secret compartment inside your suitcase stuffed with heroin.
The sniffer dog makes a beeline for you as you stand about trying to look nonchalant while you wait for your contact to appear.
You're caught...you eventually go on trial...the Ambassador for your home country visits you...says he can do little to help your predicament. Found guilty and sentenced to death you spend the next few years in an uncomfortable prison going through one appeal after another.
It isn't nice...you don't much like it and you most certainly don't want the death penalty carried out...after all, you're a foreign national in a strange country, the Judge can make an exception for you surely?
Am I in a minority when I thought all the weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth over two 'foreigners' about to meet their end was just slightly over the top? What about the other seven people who were found guilty of their crimes who were also executed...didn't see their names...didn't see their families making their tearful way to the prison for last goodbyes.
If you deliberately alter, or have altered for you, a suitcase with a secret compartment, to be filled with drugs worth millions of pounds in order to take that drug into a country which has the death penalty for many offences, but which is enforced for drug smuggling...there is little point in complaining bitterly when sentence of death is imposed.