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In: FP, Heft 196
ISSN: 0015-7228
Ten years ago, on a blustery March morning, the author found himself in front of Moscow's infamous Lubyanka prison, the dreaded home of the KGB, where thousands of political prisoners were jailed, interrogated, and tortured. He had come to find the file of his father, a man he did not know -- a man who, when he was arrested in the hellish days of Joseph Stalin's purges, was not even half the age he is now. The dark central stairwell in the Lubyanka annex where he was directed was barely illuminated; a sole light bulb hung above the second-floor landing that housed the reading room. It's a memory of a time and a politics long ago. Yet when he looks at his picture, he's so young that he can't help but feel oddly protective -- if he were his own son. It pains him that he died, of starvation and cold, unremarked, only to be buried in the wastelands of the Russian Tundra. Adapted from the source document.