Bogdan and his family have made it safely to Amsterdam, Nederland where Bogdan’s in-laws live. They are planning a trip to Australia but it appears the KGB is watching.
Amsterdam’s airport churned with excitement. People bustled about in search of their flashjet gates or visiting loved ones. Today’s activities were no different than any other day except paranoia now pulsated in every cell of my body. Two men stood at the street corner when my family and I left my in-laws’ home. Excessive adrenalin surged in my blood vessels. Once inside the taxi I lost sight of the suspicious duo. Would they follow us further or report back to KGB headquarters that I had indeed arrived in Amsterdam and was headed to Australia sooner than planned? Along the path to the airport a car behind us shadowed the taxicraft too closely. Was the hovercraft really tailing us?
How had the KGB found out I had changed my family’s flight plans for two days earlier? I had passed the duty to my father-in-law’s secretary. Proper documents in hand, she was instructed to change the flight departures in person so there was no way the KGB could intercept such information. No phones were used and everything was written down then given back to me. How could the KGB find out so quickly? Inside the terminal my heart about stopped. While searching the departure screen above I noticed the red flashing word repeated over and over beside every flight, including ours . . . Canceled . . . Canceled. Stranded people stood gawking at the news in disbelief. My eyes darted from my wife’s to every stranger standing close by then back to my wife’s. My large palm began to sweat while holding the hand of my dejected daughter, Sasha.