Chapters (111)
- Cubierta
- Agent 6
- 1950
- Moscow
- Moscow
- Moscow
- Same Day
- Moscow
- Moscow
- Moscow
- Moscow
- FIFTEEN YEARS LATER
- Moscow
- Next Day
- Manhattan
- Airspace over New York City
- Manhattan
- Manhattan
- New Jersey
- Bradhurst
- Manhattan
- Bradhurst
- Same Day
- Same Day
- Same Day
- Manhattan
- Same Day
- Manhattan
- Moscow
- Manhattan
- Moscow
- Manhattan
- Same Day
- Manhattan
- Bradhurst
- Manhattan
- Harlem
- Manhattan
- Manhattan
- Same Day
- Same Day
- Global Travel Company
- Manhattan
- Manhattan
- Manhattan
- Manhattan
- Harlem
- ONE WEEK LATER
- USSR
- Moscow
- Same Day
- EIGHT YEARS LATER
- Soviet–Finnish Border
- SEVEN YEARS LATER
- Greater Province of Kabul
- Greater Province of Kabul
- Greater Province of Kabul
- Greater Province of Kabul
- Greater Province of Kabul
- Headquarters of the 40th Army
- Greater Province of Kabul
- Greater Province of Kabul
- Greater Province of Kabul
- Kabul Province
- Greater Province of Kabul
- Greater Province of Kabul
- Greater Province of Kabul
- Same Day
- Greater Province of Kabul
- The Border of Laghman and
- Greater Province of Kabul
- The Road from Kabul to Jalalabad
- The Border of Laghman and
- Village of Sau
- Same Day
- Same Day
- Same Day
- Same Day
- Nangarhar Province
- Next Day
- Same Day
- Same Day
- Same Day
- Hindu Kush Mountain Range
- Same Day
- Pakistan
- Next Day
- Same Day
- SIX MONTHS LATER
- Manhattan
- Bradhurst
- New York City
- Same Day
- Same Day
- Washington DC
- Same Day
- Harlem
- Harlem
- New Jersey
- New Jersey
- Same Day
- Same Day
- Same Day
- New York City
- ONE MONTH LATER
- Soviet Airspace above Moscow
- Moscow
- Same Day
- Next Day
- ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
- Autor
By the time they were allowed to rest, he was delirious, barely able to comprehend his surroundings, with no idea where they were or in which direction they were travelling. They’d been given shelter in a village, but he hadn’t slept, throwing up at regular intervals until there was nothing in his stomach, coughing up bile and acidic spit, before returning to his foetal position on the jute mattress. At dawn Fahad hurried them on after a breakfast of flat bread and tea. Leo had refused the food, taking only small sips of sweet tea, unable to hold anything else down.
The second day of walking had been worse than the first. Not only did Leo feel sick, he was weak and exhausted. Fahad would not stop and would not slow down, always demanding that they walk faster. The air strikes entered their second campaign but the Soviet bombers were always one mountain range behind. Leo had staggered on without a thought in his mind except for the image of the opium on the surface of the river. Faced with a steep climb up a mountain path he was at the point of collapse. He felt no joy when Fahad had announced that they’d arrived. He merely allowed his legs to give way, falling to the ground at the mouth of the cave.
***
Feverish, huddled on the cold stone floor, Leo slowly realized that there was a hand resting on his shoulder. He rolled over to see that he’d been brought a steel cup of sweet black tea and as he clutched the cup, feeling the heat through the palms of his hands, he saw the woman who’d brought it to him. He sat up, spilling the tea on his fingers, ignoring the pain, astonished as Raisa wiped his brow with a cold rag. He wanted to touch her but feared that she was an apparition and any contact would make her shimmer and vanish. Dumb with joy, he watched her lips as she spoke, each word a miracle. She said:
—Try to drink your tea while it’s hot.
Leo obeyed, sipping the sweet black tea, while never taking his eyes off her, not even for a second.
—I was dreaming about the first time we met. Do you remember?
—When we met?