13841>by Gusztáv Kosztolányi (Click here to read part one and here to read part two) In popular fiction, the world of the secret service is surrounded by glamour and mystique. The images of the pathetically smouldering wreck of a Trabant conjured up by the Miklós Lakatos confession are a far cry indeed from James Bond-style […]

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