Chapter 14 – The Cultural Attaché, the Store Room, and an Awful lot of Questions
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...
Observations from Hungary and Central Europe
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...
Introduction: When I was eight, in 1960, a kid down the street where I lived explained how he went to the local railway station and...
In those days we lived in Budapest's district XII, on what was then called Mártinovics Hill - nowadays that's Kiss Swáb Hegy, literally...
Hello, glad you're here. It's Monday, July 6 2020 now, and I've just been told off by one of my friends in Slovenia that my 'about'...
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...
(Please see later story "Good News for Foreigners with Hungarian Residence Permits – it seems" if you are reading this for practical...
“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...