Tales of a Teenage Spy - The Life and Times of Gábor Rimner And meet we did. I spent hours and hours with Carol, just chatting, mostly...

UPDATED Monday, 20/07 - See below The absolute numbers in Hungary remain thankfully low, and the envy of many national health services in...

Tales of a Teenage Spy - The Life and Times of Gábor Rimner After I'd agree to work for the Americans, Carol started asking me about the...

Tales of a Teenage Spy - The Life and Times of Gábor Rimner Not long after our store-room encounter, I met Carol several times at the...

Tales of a Teenage Spy - The Life and Times of Gábor Rimner So, let's get back to the core story. After the row with my father, his...

Tales of a Teenage Spy - The Life and Times of Gábor Rimner The unhappy atmosphere at home was dramatically transformed by a freak, if...

Tales of a Teenage Spy - The Life and Times of Gábor Rimner Chapter 12 – Troubles at Home I've got a little ahead of myself here. I'd...

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...

I hope the authorities do not prosecute yours truly for publishing fake news. I was taking this lot at face value. It was not a...

UPDATED Wednesday, 08 July, 10.30 and again Wednesday, 15 July, 10.00 The Hungarian Police have an English language page ...

Hmmmm. This has just popped into my inbox. I wonder how they got my email address? Dear Friends, Colleagues, Partners, Dear Ladies and...

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...