Marino left the guardhouse, finding his confrontation with Hofer perplexing. He knew East German authorities often intimidated visitors, but it was unnerving that Hofer knew so much about him. It made no sense, but then, after giving it some thought, he wondered if maybe it did.
He continued to the library, continually looking over his shoulder to see if he was being followed. He paused at shop windows, pretending to gaze at merchandise while watching the reflection of passersby in the glass. He saw no one suspicious and, after a while, he realized he probably wouldn’t. Even if he was being spied on, he had no idea who it might be. Stasi agents came in all forms – friends, family, lovers, grandmothers and children. If someone was watching him, he would have no idea who it was.
He wondere
