My notion of the KGB came from romantic spy stories. I was a pure and utterly successful product of Soviet patriotic education.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I wanted to choose somewhere public, because I was scared of the KGB.
I grew up reading the classic novels of Cold War espionage, and I studied Russian history and Soviet foreign policy.
One of my books, called 'Moscow Station,' revealed that a KGB archivist had defected from Russia to the FBI. And I knew that he was safe, and revealing this would not jeopardize him. But nevertheless, the FBI started a leak investigation.
I know not every mom is a secret KGB spy, but every mom has this whole other life. Every dad and every person has this whole other life.
I have no spy stories to tell, because I saw no spies. Nor did I understand, at that time, any opposition between American and Russian national interest.
I was not extremely patriotic about Mother Russia. I played their game, pretending. You have to deal with, you know, party people, KGB. Horrifying.
We were fortunate to have the Russians as our childhood enemies. We practiced hiding under our desks in case they had the temerity to drop a nuclear weapon.
I had studied Russian in college. I had gotten into it first through literature and then just really found it kind of fascinating; of course, this was during the Cold War. So they were kind of the other great enemy that you grew up hearing about.
I would have loved to have met some former spies, but they don't readily advertise themselves unless they're not living in Moscow, and even then. I'm sure I've met some without realizing it.
I've met enough KGB colonels in my life.