Tales of a Teenage Spy - The Life and Times of Gábor Rimner Chapter 11 - I don't Like Germans One day, it was probably 1972, I was...

Tales of a Teenage Spy - The Life and Times of Gábor Rimner My second brush with the world of cloak and dagger - and it was real this...

I have to tell you about two events in my life in Khartoum that were, well, both bizarre and extraordinary. I'm not superstitious, but...

It was, I suppose, around 1968. I was growing up, and growing in confidence. I was aged 14, and I took up judo. We had a judo team at...

So here I was, an 11-year old schoolboy, going on 12, living in a middle-class suburb of Khartoum, the capital of Sudan. Home was a...

My father may have been trapped in a miserable position at the university in terms of ideologies and personalities, but he was nothing...

One day in 1964 or early 65, my father was unexpectedly called to the dean's office, to be greeted by the news that Prof Weichinger, his...

In those days we lived in Budapest's district XII, on what was then called Mártinovics Hill - nowadays that's Kiss Swáb Hegy, literally...

Tales of a Teenage Spy - The Life and Times of Gábor Rimner For a brief moment, I glimpsed my mother's face as she opened the door: next...

“Gábor, tell me, who told you that Jewish, and communist and Russian people are bad? Where did you hear such things? Because I'd really...

Tales of a Teenage Spy - The Life and Times of Gábor Rimner It was spring, and the kind of day when, as a kid, you just long to be out in...

Tales of a Teenage Spy - The Life and Times of Gábor Rimner So began my relationship with Gábor Rimner, a polyglot Hungarian who at the...