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[demonstra…] tions from the International Communist Youth Congress that was being held in Bratislava.

Wiesenthal approved of my project, but worried about what might happen to me. "It isn't like other countries," he said. "The police are much stricter there, and you might very well be detained a long time."

I already knew that. One of the defendants in the trial was a twenty-four-year-old West German named Sybille Plogstedt, who had been arrested back in December 1969, for having allegedly brought her Czech friends "subversive" books. She had already been in a Prague jail for fourteen months. More than anything else, I was afraid I might be arrested and "disappear" without anyone hearing about it. Of course I had the addresses of press correspondents in Prague, but I still had to get in touch with them without arousing suspicion. I had told Serge that if I succeeded in reaching any of them by Sunday night, I would wire him in Paris that I was going ahead with my protest on Monday. The code we had agreed on was: "Arrived safely. Lovely city."

So on Sunday I took my train. I hid my three hundred pamphlets, which were printed on thin paper, in the lining of my flight bag, which was filled with food, including a very ripe Camembert cheese that I hoped would be smelly enough to discourage any over-conscientious customs officer. I had also brought a big bunch of flowers to distract prying eyes. I did my best to appear frivolous; in a word, I was beyond suspicion.

Everything went well. The young police officer was so busy smiling at me that he hardly looked at my passport. He gave my suitcase a cursory glance and didn't even bother opening my flight bag.

I still had to get rid of an Austrian architect who was determined to show me around Prague and who would run the risk of including a visit to a Czech prison in his tour if he were seen with me.

I took a taxi from the Hotel Flora to the home of the German Press Agency correspondent, who lived quite far from the center of town. It was already growing dark by the time I reached the row of gloomy buildings where his apartment was. I climbed to the fourth floor and rang the bell. No answer. I sat on the staircase to wait. An hour later I left. I couldn't waste any more time because I had to get a release to the press that very evening.

I then went to the Reuters' correspondent, who lived on a wide street in the center of town. He opened the door to me, and I saw
    
   
 
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