-- I had no way to know that mybeloved bosses were active members of the infamous Rosenbergring. I learned this much later, -- two years after myimmigration to the States. I also learned then that in my ignorance I was in agood company with the FBI that wanted Joel Barr (a.k.a. Joe Berg) and Alfred <spanclass=SpellE>Sarant (a.k.a. Phil Staros) sincethe late 1940s, but had no idea forty years later where these people were.The letter was delivered to <spanclass=SpellE>Shuysky, Khrushchevs personal assistant, who -- promised toput it on Khrushchevs desk the day he comes back from his vacation.Unfortunately, when Khrushchev came back -- he was no longer the First Secretaryof the Central Committee.A young, Jewish-looking man cameout 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 Americansfrightened face, and then he darted back through the door. -- Another KGBoperative 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 UnitedStates. I would finally live in the countrywhere everything was rational, logical, economically justified, and not proneto any ideological perversions. I would finally not feel like Gulliver in the Land of Idiots, as I characterized mylife in the Soviet Union, and live among people thinkingand acting like me. I was dead wrong

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