Book Description

-- I had no way to know that my beloved bosses were active members of the infamous Rosenberg ring. I learned this much later, -- two years after my immigration to the States. I also learned then that in my ignorance I was in a good company with the FBI that wanted Joel Barr (a.k.a. Joe Berg) and Alfred Sarant (a.k.a. Phil Staros) since the late 1940s, but had no idea forty years later where these people were. The letter was delivered to Shuysky, Khrushchevs personal assistant, who -- promised to put it on Khrushchevs desk the day he comes back from his vacation. Unfortunately, when Khrushchev came back -- he was no longer the First Secretary of the Central Committee. A young, Jewish-looking man came out of the Consulate and looked at me. -- Three people surrounded me right away, and one of them said: Lets go. The last thing I saw was the Americans frightened face, and then he darted back through the door. -- Another KGB operative with Lyalya at his side caught up with us. -- Apparently, KGB had our pictures. Now I had a chance to -- experience mundane, daily life in the United States. I would finally live in the country where everything was rational, logical, economically justified, and not prone to any ideological perversions. I would finally not feel like Gulliver in the Land of Idiots, as I characterized my life in the Soviet Union, and live among people thinking and acting like me. I was dead wrong.