A.M. for ZL?’ says my tattered Polish notebook, in a deliberately illegible scrawl. ‘Berlin-Berdayev.’ ‘Lordly invite for K.B. & E.K.?’ And beside another scrawled initial: ‘Where unpublished novel “The Heritage”?’
During the war, Jurek had another name, false identity papers and a beard. As we talked, a short-wave receiver crackled on the police wavelengths. Mozart for conspirators.
If you want to transport samizdat you must strengthen the rear springs. Otherwise the pigs will notice the headlamps’ high beam.