Book 4, Heimdallr
Chapter 12THE KID HAD RECOMMENDED the lazy hour of midday to slip in through the main hotel entrance. With a shawl to cover her face, Avxhiu sailed humbly in his wake to the corner room in the Dajti lobby. A female official behind a high counter supervised the use of the single wooden compartment that housed the telephone. Wallenberg let Avxhiu explain his needs to the official. That way he did not have to speak. The woman explained the procedure and handed over a piece of paper with a blue stamp on it:
“DEGA ALBTURIZMI HOTEL DAJTI TIRANA”.
“You must dial direct,” the woman said, looking at Avxhiu, “does he know how?” Avxhiu nodded and turned from the desk to explain to her man in Albanian, for the sake of appearance.
Wallenberg had a powerful feeling that he only nee
