I have survived and possibly I should not hope for more than that.
I took on the sins of everybody, of a generation, really.
One way of reading my life is that I have been in constant search for a father.
However I dress it up, I was a spy and I am not proud of it.
We knew we were talking about spies. I knew he knew I knew. I was digging my own grave.
As a little girl I used to daydream about my real father coming on a white horse to rescue me.