Chapter 14
LÁSKA SETS THE HOOK IN MODRÁČEK
Whenever I would enter the stationhouse on Běhounská I would submit myself to a process, which had something of the invariability of strict ritual to it. The StB goon who served as porter had to call upstairs and wait for confirmation that, indeed, I had been summoned. Upstairs, of course, they always took their time. So I would stand there, and in the interim, which sometimes stretched into quite a long period of time, while the StB functionary seemed to take no notice of me. But God forbid that I should make the slightest movement in any direction. No, I had to stand there rooted to the spot. At most, I might shift my weight from one foot to the other, or flex my fingers and toes. Then, at last, the phone would ring and it would be confirmed f
