over to Anderson and
whispered in his ear.
“ Ami means American, John,” said Reisinger.
Anderson was inured to social ridicule for being God fearing but he sensed that it
was time change direction. He was tacking into the wind.
“What brings you to Germany John?” Asked Sasha.
“I’m picking up my new Mercedes on this trip…an SL-550 roadster. I can’t wait
to get my hands on it,” said Anderson.
“ Jede putzfrau hat ein Mercedes ,” said Sami.
“Sorry,” asked Anderson. “I don’t speak German.”
“Every cleaning woman own Mercedes,” said Sasha.
“Thank you for explaining that,” said Anderson.
“You’re welcome,” said Sasha. I love Americans who don’t speak German. It can
be very funny. You remember when President Kennedy gave his famous Berlin speech in
1963. He said he was a pastry in front thousands Germans.”
Sami began to laugh. It was a foul and guttural laugh.
“Kennedy said ‘Ich bin ein Berliner’ whereas he should have said ‘Ich bin Berliner.’ By adding the “ein” he declared himself to be a pastry made famous in Berlin.
The
pastry is called a Berliner.”
“Yes, that is a humorous anecdote,” said Anderson. “I’ve heard it before.”
Sasha saw that the meeting was not going well. It was time for him to get the gathering focused on the problem.
“We can talk freely. Our best sweeper has been here for a week to ensure that
there are no surveillance devices. He is living in a pension in Bad Godesberg so he won’t
attract the attention of anyone in Bonn,” said Sasha.
“Sasha, I think it would be helpful for John if you explained why the Russians are
interested in this man,” said Reisinger.
“To be entirely frank, we don’t want you Americans to have this man. I know that
the CIA tried to recruit him a number of times.
We regard him as a being potentially a
serious long-term threat to the new Russia. If not him directly, then his progeny. And
since you Americans want to be rid of him as well, the matter becomes quite simple. Besides, he is a Russian. It is a Russian matter.”
“This Russian notion that he is some kind of superman is absurd,” said Anderson.
“He is nothing but a scientific freak, like finding someone with six fingers on his hand.”
“I am reluctant to convince you how important an asset you have,” said Sasha.
“If you want our continued cooperation, you have to convince me, said Reisinger.
“John and I obviously have different views on this matter. I believe that this genetic engineering business is bogus.
Could the real reason you want his head is that he has developed new technology that may eradicate the threat of weapons of mass destruction?
Isn’t that the real reason we’re here?”
Anderson’s face turned beet red. He glared at Reisinger.
“Now hear truth,” said Sami.
He was having a difficult time keeping his mouth
shut.
“The technology he is reputed to have developed…we still don’t have any proof
that it exists…the demonstrations could have been rigged…continues to be kept a secret
by Siemels. We don’t have it yet,” said Anderson.
“Has your President approved of the assasination?” Asked Sasha.
“There is no need to involve the White House is such a trivial matter,” said Reisigner.
Sami smiled.
“I like Obama very much. Finally America has its Lenin,” said Sami, laughing.
“And can we assume that our efforts are sanctioned by Putin?” Asked Reisinger.
“Of course,” said Sasha. It was a lie. Everyone knew it was a lie but no one was
going to challenge Sasha.
“Sasha, the message you sent me last week was not exactly to the point, but it appeared to suggest that you had a new plan to rid ourselves of Siemels,” said Reisinger.
“Yes, in fact, it is in place. This is Sami’s plan, however. Why don’t you explain
it Sami?”
Sami finally stood up. He had the floor now.
“No plan.
Too simple to call it plan. I have sleeper at M.I.T. who will kill Siemels on his little island in Maine. Soon!”
whispered in his ear.
“ Ami means American, John,” said Reisinger.
Anderson was inured to social ridicule for being God fearing but he sensed that it
was time change direction. He was tacking into the wind.
“What brings you to Germany John?” Asked Sasha.
“I’m picking up my new Mercedes on this trip…an SL-550 roadster. I can’t wait
to get my hands on it,” said Anderson.
“ Jede putzfrau hat ein Mercedes ,” said Sami.
“Sorry,” asked Anderson. “I don’t speak German.”
“Every cleaning woman own Mercedes,” said Sasha.
“Thank you for explaining that,” said Anderson.
“You’re welcome,” said Sasha. I love Americans who don’t speak German. It can
be very funny. You remember when President Kennedy gave his famous Berlin speech in
1963. He said he was a pastry in front thousands Germans.”
Sami began to laugh. It was a foul and guttural laugh.
“Kennedy said ‘Ich bin ein Berliner’ whereas he should have said ‘Ich bin Berliner.’ By adding the “ein” he declared himself to be a pastry made famous in Berlin.
The
pastry is called a Berliner.”
“Yes, that is a humorous anecdote,” said Anderson. “I’ve heard it before.”
Sasha saw that the meeting was not going well. It was time for him to get the gathering focused on the problem.
“We can talk freely. Our best sweeper has been here for a week to ensure that
there are no surveillance devices. He is living in a pension in Bad Godesberg so he won’t
attract the attention of anyone in Bonn,” said Sasha.
“Sasha, I think it would be helpful for John if you explained why the Russians are
interested in this man,” said Reisinger.
“To be entirely frank, we don’t want you Americans to have this man. I know that
the CIA tried to recruit him a number of times.
We regard him as a being potentially a
serious long-term threat to the new Russia. If not him directly, then his progeny. And
since you Americans want to be rid of him as well, the matter becomes quite simple. Besides, he is a Russian. It is a Russian matter.”
“This Russian notion that he is some kind of superman is absurd,” said Anderson.
“He is nothing but a scientific freak, like finding someone with six fingers on his hand.”
“I am reluctant to convince you how important an asset you have,” said Sasha.
“If you want our continued cooperation, you have to convince me, said Reisinger.
“John and I obviously have different views on this matter. I believe that this genetic engineering business is bogus.
Could the real reason you want his head is that he has developed new technology that may eradicate the threat of weapons of mass destruction?
Isn’t that the real reason we’re here?”
Anderson’s face turned beet red. He glared at Reisinger.
“Now hear truth,” said Sami.
He was having a difficult time keeping his mouth
shut.
“The technology he is reputed to have developed…we still don’t have any proof
that it exists…the demonstrations could have been rigged…continues to be kept a secret
by Siemels. We don’t have it yet,” said Anderson.
“Has your President approved of the assasination?” Asked Sasha.
“There is no need to involve the White House is such a trivial matter,” said Reisigner.
Sami smiled.
“I like Obama very much. Finally America has its Lenin,” said Sami, laughing.
“And can we assume that our efforts are sanctioned by Putin?” Asked Reisinger.
“Of course,” said Sasha. It was a lie. Everyone knew it was a lie but no one was
going to challenge Sasha.
“Sasha, the message you sent me last week was not exactly to the point, but it appeared to suggest that you had a new plan to rid ourselves of Siemels,” said Reisinger.
“Yes, in fact, it is in place. This is Sami’s plan, however. Why don’t you explain
it Sami?”
Sami finally stood up. He had the floor now.
“No plan.
Too simple to call it plan. I have sleeper at M.I.T. who will kill Siemels on his little island in Maine. Soon!”
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