However I dress it up, I was a spy and I am not proud of it.
I took on the sins of everybody, of a generation, really.
As a little girl I used to daydream about my real father coming on a white horse to rescue me.
I have survived and possibly I should not hope for more than that.
I'm terrified of men these days. If someone asked me out now, I don't know what I'd say, how I'd react. But I couldn't go through with it, not at all. I suppose I've been terrified of them all along.
Even a criminal has the right to a new life, but they made sure I did not have that. They just didn't stop calling me a prostitute for ever and ever and ever and ever.