david o connor is approached by man oklahoma v new york/washington match
here is the cia’s new romeo to entice and lure the russian gymnast marina kurshna, her father is the target, sub commander
David O Connor
He started playing basketball in 1960, 1972
Problems - 1) youngest of the players, rising star,
2) first time out of the us play in europe, so excited but cautious
- new people, hotbed of political sphere of east meets west,
weight of expectation and unease, nervous that
3) The soviets, left, russians, commies are cheaters, father says you cant trust a commie as far as you could throw them
She is the Russian gymnast
He is the basketball champion
Her whole life was dedicated to these routines day in day out.
Love conquers all
Love something so much but like anything you have to give it up - toy story
“A cop comes to L.A. to visit his estranged wife and her office building is taken over by terrorists — Die Hard”
“A businessman falls in love with a hooker he hires to be his date for the weekend — Pretty Woman”
Excerpt From: Snyder, Blake. “Save the Cat!.” Michael Wiese Productions, 2005-05-
Steven Simms, usa men gymnast
Jessica Simms, usa womens gymnast
other names
carly patterson?
danielle Prince?
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timeline
- august arrival usa men’s basketball team
- august arrival ussr woman’s gymnast team
26 august opening games
5 september - terriost attack
6 september - terriost attack
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off-cuts
Mr President - Air Force one - gary oldman.
Sleeping with the enemy
Who's checking out who?
Sex scandal that shook the political establishements embarrassment
Alexie has bedded three women this is his fourth. The pair caught in bed - photos released to the press - these have been obtained by a kgb agent under - Molotov wanting revenge for his daughter losing her virginity to Alexie - wants to ruin his. Promising chess career.
A Beatlemania fan.
Decimal change in U.K. 1971
Heard of the new Boeing 747 in 1970 for 19 year old I was intrigued. Formation of the EEC - concerned USSR - U.K. Joined in 1973. Oil producing countries raise price of oil causing economic trouble world wide.
Saw this amazing photo of a girl
With hot pants and platform shoes, stockings up the legs and petit white pattern floral - I just wanted to rip if off her body and see the beautiful nude figure underneath. Having no control My pants twitched. There was a twitching movement in my pantsHair cut to shoulder length
Fan of glam rock and disco fashion
All this hoowee dooee stuff clear all the negative energy Ting
Running around with a little bell in your hand - chuckle and laugh when giving the boiler reike.
Parents have always got your
Alexie, a true Russian, with his family having strong ties going back to the October 1917, it was said that great grandfather played Lenin in a tense game and unfortunately lost in a close endgame - or did he lose deliberately I mean did you want to win a chess game against Stalin? very young new rising super star in soviet chess brilliant in attack and defence
It seems he's near perfect but
He has his weaknesses but after years of training he doesn't show them, the act has become reality and so far the masters, public and the state can't see them but their there. Keep them buried and hidden.
Alexie mother disappeared and he has enquiries about her but her father shuts him down
He killed his mother and lover using contacts in the kgb - he couldn't stand his wife running off and in the arms with a guy in the same apartment block, he did punch his wife in the face which was the final straw and when he couldn't chase her he got his contacts to find her out - apparently died in car accident with another occupant going over the bridge and straight into the frozen river.
My new shoes and nylon socks rubbed against my heels it was painful blisters bursting at the seams. Someone stole my trainers - who would do that, my tatty old things - they were my good luck charm against the soviets - who would do that? Is someone playing a prank on me? Found some new addidas shoes - comfortable but not my originals i wasnt happy and felt spooked for the next game against the soviets
Having a shower I hide my disgrace by crying in it having red puffy cheeks will not be a bad thing - as the hot shower will mask the teary face. I get out dry myself style my hair
My father meets her father and mother, oh my god red alert the alarm has moved from five to defcom one. The air is silent with a possible nuclear strike. I had a girlfriend and she and her friends used to analyse songs look for inner meaning - rather play risk armies invade continents and you try to take over the world
The world is coming to an end - bloody hippies and flower power.
The bloody suits and lots of suits, the army soldier of today the faceless guy among many a spy part of the kgb.
In my teens I loved looking at the pin ups with girls with mini skirts and matching boots - they looked sexy!! Piled high hair of the 60's
1969 moon landing
Superpower race - stock pile nuclear weapons
1968, Russia crushes a rebellion against Czechoslovakia
vietnum war - west germany many protests us genocide
bombing cities hanoi and invading cambodia
It's 1974 and it is the 50th anniversary of olympics and chess Olympiad happened in 1924, this is a spectacular event to commentate the Olympiad and summers olympics in a joint event in Paris and also commentated FIDES birth in July 28th. This is a great occasion for all to behold and see we can't wait. The security is going to tight and with the Cold War to thaw it's going to be a great event. The event is being held in a NATO country of course there was talk of it happening in Switzerland but because of the significance special arrangements were made anything else of significance oh yeas you get your cock sucked if you become a celebrity. All those Paris beauties I can't wait I'm going to have the best time of my life oh yeah baby.
Henry Kissinger
Embarrisment of US and USSR
MEDIA took photographs of the pair to gather in a heated Paris night!!! This is going to be great news and I can't wait for it to stop what crap I'm I writing the louvre is
Visiting the louvre and Mona Lisa I look at it curious but unimpressed I want to go up the egfil tower worth a visit the whole event in Paris is 24 days of chess and parties. Will the Soviet bureau approve possibly not - who cares - I know Spassky is trying to defect to France.
Pubic lice kgb std broke into her apartment
Mysterious shooting Shoting kgb and CIA
You don't bite the hand that feeds you - to be a good and loyal soviet
Best friend is kgb informant
2 Superpowers become bed fellows
The Soviet chess master falls in love with the US gymnastics champion creating a sex scandle that makes the USSR and USA have a political standoff.
soviet basketball
west germany
east germany
latvia
belarus
ukrain
poland
romania
czecvakia
yugolslavia
armanian
russian heartland
belarus
A chess player falls in love with a gymnast, creating a sex scandle that threatens world war three.
The love affair
Poisoned
I can't move
Time trouble
Deception
Decoy
Soviet nuclear Submarine in blue water biro drawing
stimulating -
hard t hear gheust the rther thyn ejghost rtejg
ghrut
ghut
but
butter
grand
holl
hmyday
great
klout
yuoll
kill
yelp
place, vase
joll
fleck
scum
disc
cruel
just
pubs
writers
how descibe my work
crime
lesser form
196 events - 21 sports over 16 days.
78 Avery Brundage head of the IOC 14 years.
4th july 2020 - independance day
The Order of Lenin
on the first game david is sitting on the sub bench due to his fight with thompson, the news relayed to the other teams - coach didnt want this - this was possibly last olympics didnt want to distractions and no more humilations.
Soviet Sports Committee
two cut scenes of the between the basket ball star and the gymnast star
czechs couldnt trust the us or ussr for help or support.
Idealistic Teenager, a dreamer rebelling against the realist state surely that's not serious or common place?! Yeah right.
You've got to be kind to be cruel!
I pour hours and hours of my heart and soul into this position - thee must be a way out another persons treasure is anothers garbage.
Drab waterdown blues, brown and grey clothes, washed out
Prologue
CIA/KGB - assassin kills important person, contact in Western Europe that has important part in our story USA basketball CIA contact (approached by CIA)
blackmailed with his associations anti-war movements, university Oklahoma, part national student assocaiation infultrated by CIA.
come on write
write what i know
write what you want to know
i know nothing about basketball
writing a novel the sheer size of the project your going to be doing for a long long time
all the best books are about one thing
i have a beginning, a muddle and end I had the money men but I didn't have the hook until article read of a bet to score as many women was the catalyst of that story, to 1st to 100 wins (this title has change somewhat over many times of the story)like a mixed. to edit and refine all this writing mush, confused i know i am.
the next draft I'm writing surrounded by notepads, a small a6 sketchbook, receipts, envelopes and the back of bank statement, is the note to any readers that read this or not at all - no editing in this post
(patzer, write by the seat of their pants as Stephen King will say)
for not going anywhere fast at the moment because I still didn't know where it is going - the beginning I have, the ending is vague but I'm half hearted in my planning nowhere near writers James Patterson or e l stein, I'm writing more like a patzer like Stephan King or Ben Sanders calls gardening or architects - i feel I'm inbetween I need to do straight ahead writing - it was the same for Disney that approached animation like writing, the two processes worked together well the straight ahead just animate fast a quick without thinking strange parallels in the arts between writing and animation.
the end is he goes back to us ad she goes back ussr - finally old 70 she is 68 they meet us but they have families and grandchildren and said they always loved each other but due to circumstances beyond their control it never was.
epilogue
old have grandkids and meet back at munich airport.
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Hunt for Red October, by Tom Clancy
The Shooter, by James Patterson small paperback, short read
1983
Led Zeppelin
Sport in Soviet Society: Development of Sport and Physical Education in Russia and the USSR (Cambridge Russian, Soviet and Post-Soviet Studies) Paperback – 2 Aug. 2010 - James Riordan
European Cultures in Sport: Examining the Nations and Regions (European Studies Series) Paperback – 2 Mar. 2013
Kon, Igor; Riordan, James, eds. (1993). Sex and Russian Society. Indiana University Press. ISBN 9780253332011.
The olympic flame
The olympic dates
terrorist attack in the stadium
modern olymics have always been political, despite ioc olympics not political, simply wrong and not the case, olympics is used to gain attention protest, grievance or a stand politically bypassing the sporting comradery for political grievences and protest.
munich was a hot political potatoe or sausage historal baggage, attack of jews on german soil again! reminding use racial tensions are still strong todays world 70’s as they have bben back in the 30’s
olympic village was in walking distance to the stadium.
chain link fence around village at 6 feet and half tall. no coiled barbed wire like thorns trhat tare and catch on skin and clothe, no concerntration camp look with dingy bulb yellow lamps, search lights, no security guards on constant petrol, rolled back especially at night, nothing happens at night!
curse of nazism, undercurrent was strong still in municg with a new threat to the jewish community, target was innocent israeli olymians by black september group.
Soviet team? Training facilities?
USA team? Training facilities?
Famous people visiting the stadium
Olympic body relationship
With politics
Olympic body ? Scoring, organisation, security,
Countries taking part
Teams - how they made up?
Gymnastics ? History, moves controversy, ladies and men, scandles,
Training before the olympics
1973 olympics in Switzerland
Where did gymnastics take place?
Where was the living quarters
The city it was taking place
Security issues in Switzerland
Problems with olympics before hand
It's another cold morning and there's been a murder trying to disitangle the information was it anything to do with the kgb? Someone jumped from the 10th floor using LSD hit in the temple thrown pushed out the window Cynide mist or was it cake and tea laced with cynide white powder, layered cake powdered layer there's been a car fatality, a car accident no one nose the details was it an agent. You never know who to trust with the Vietnam war on the go and Nixon and Bareev soviet expansion in the Middle East us support for Israel and siviets support Syria and Egypt, boys and toys men never really grow up from there delusions of power, goodies and baddies
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Alexie runs to block the shot and is fired at at point blank range by his own father, own protector, own friend
My friend is a kgb agent double agent but real friend. I dismiss it he is the one true friend I console to and he reports to the CIA and kgb. He says he gave them mixed reports I doubt his convictions
I can read this guy like a book, and it's a very boring one so I decide to keep a safe distance . He is trying to act mysterious but it just comes off evasive, and frankly fucking annoying and I want to smash him in the face but it's not worth it, the consequences after I mean, but in a few moments the thrill of the punch and impact does tingle my nervous system with pleasure. I smirk a tight smile with clenched teeth, nod at him, and turn briskly away.
Munich
airport served the foreign diginitaries flying in for the munich conference 1938.
the smug new superstar walks into the airport with a flurry of american fans and flashy cameras, he’s young and good looking, sporting a tan and he looks confident and signs autographs of buzzing fans. He’s tall at six foot 3 inches.
overconfident -
what to write about my book its a romeo and juliet book
in munich
nazis 1936 berlin
beer garden
ledohozzen
mercedes
mad ludwig
dachau first pilot concerntration camp
sep 1938 munich conference , appseasement signing over sundentland to germany uk and france betrayed czech republic handed over the sow the seeds for the start of ww2
munich birthplace of nazism, beer hall putsch, 1923
neo-classical inspired roman and greek harking back to ancient greece and columsns and temples to the power of zeus, zeus the olmpics were held in his honour.
munich, bavaria, west germany host city, 1972 summer olympics festival showcase a new west germany carefree and welcoming city to the international world ‘cheerful games’ back to german soil 36 years earlier shed its tainted historic skin
isar river
museums
beer halls
views of the alps
bars in munich
It's like sex it all very well seeing and reading about it but you have to do the business to really know it.
I hate girls who gloss and cake themselves up like cheap tacky whores. Fuckin makeup! Why can't they look natural it's like a Rembrandt looks ok from a distance but up close it looks blotchy messy - why can't they just look and paint themselves natural looking a little blush in the cheeks and some simple highlights for the lips and cheeks and eyelashes but don't look like a fuckin scary freaky clown,the clowns are back in town.
Those Americanised I love I can't wait to go to Paris a welcome distraction from that fucking constant queuing for meat in Leningrad the shops are full but it's a facade tins of spegetti not a good variety like other American shops.
being young
All right everyone saying you should do this and do that. But my crucial advice is to act to act is important and to make mistakes those crucial mistakes are important in life it's the truest way to learn - and when someone lectures and you can relate on a mistake and failure your understanding and experience is more concrete thenif you didn't experience that event.
david or joe, joseph - no history buff
ask a stupid question where was hitler born, house in munich
joes fascination with hitler?
munich was close to the front line of the iron certain, the cold war
munich home to anti soviet refugees, 1000’s militants anti communist
the last olympics was hosted by the germans in berlin olympic games 1936 under the rule of hitler and nazis party and promote and showcase superiority of third reich.
1933 munich christened the capital of the nazis movement, swatika added coat of arms.
the russian gymnast girl spoke in broken english
she was sexually assaulted and raped by her coach in minsk hotel before the Munich olympics
the roman and the greek olympic
feather green felt pointly hat
cigerettes, smoking, smell with food, eating sausage
cookoo clocks
bandstands, ompa ompa ompa songs
lagers
beer drinking
the spiderweb of roof trap the small people like small flies
the innovative glass roof web
the huge metal tubes support the heavy metal struts weight of glass
the tinted glass with a brown aura.
the olmpic park
the olympic village
the man’s area and the female area
the concrete apartments, brut and grey
kgb spies can be everywahere and anywhere
east german security agents infutraited
baskers in the munich city playing the latest in bob dylon and what ever.
vietnam protestors
and hippie germans
bring togather the youth of the world to compete in the games
to erase or scrub away and clean off the stain of the old and past regime of nazis germany
to try and clean away the stain on a white table cloth nomatter how hard you scrub the brown blothed circle stain remains washed and faded but this present and will never go away, you have to walk past it see, it , notice it still there but you desperately try and ignore it but yoiu still know its there under your very nose but you try and still ignore it. The stain remains and you know its there but you do your best to ignore it and you do and overtime you get used to that stain and it becomes a part of you, a part of your psyche, the stain remains and so do you always there ever present, always in the background never going away despite the endless attempts to wash and clean and rescrub the stain persists, the past is still there, like the future always there past presnet and future the faded brown lurking stain. Maybe you can hide it or cover it or ignore it but it makes no difference its still there and you made it, you created that stain that will never go away, the stain was an unfortunate innocent in the past, not an accident that implies no involvement that couldn't be prevented, no the actions were undertaken, the stain was made but you can’t cry over the stain, well you can, but where would that get you. The damage had been done, your sorry but the stain is still there, and persists. A bloth brown faded mark on white cotton linen with fluffy bobbling white threads, with trim added criscross stich pattern lines. THE BROWN STAIN ON A WHITE TABLE CLOTH.
The stain will never come out, it will never wash out, thed amage has been done and despite repeated actions of correction to remove the stain its still there and the faded red outline is laways going to be there on the pristine white table cloth, its a shame the stain spoils the whole of the perfect white cotton table cloth. It could be worse, the stain could be bigger, more presne, more noticable.
THE RED STAIN ON A WHITE TABLE CLOTH - red, red wine.
The past stains
small spots of spashes, dots trail around the larger blotch.
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Chapter 1
the airport was busy with bustling of people waiting for the arrival of the new american basketball team. us mens team, five new talented rookies, not pros as were specified by the olympic committee. a new us team with their famous coack ibe works,
favourites to win gold after all olpmpic history won the gold medal from 1936.
with that came weight and pressure to win at all costs, they were the champions and they had to defend their title and honour at all costs.
walks into the airport confident, good looking, young and fresh faces
the newspapers and media nick name david the blonde bombshell
david wants to meet mark spitz
david like swimming and considers mark spitz a hero of his reading swimming magazine - nominated swimmer of the year. time magazine
David O Connor, the blonde bomber
the basketball team was warned to be careful when approached - best to stick togather and not wander off in the centre of munich on your own. - coach
I managed to get on the team being a mechanic and not a pro, even though i was accpeted in the nba oklhamoa squad with the coach ibe who was refered by uni coach and scholarship.
just wanted to play basketball, thats all thought he was doing
david o connor loved james bond especially goldfinger and russia with love - here got swept up in the romantism of spying, old black and white spy movies, the footsteps that follow behind you with sunglasses and 1920 suits and hats - old cliches, wired cia and kgb did dress like the cliches and looked stiff, akward and susiocious - you could spot them from a mile away.
my love led zepplin, watching them at 1970 oklahoma
the underhanded russians were better(always) at finding ways to bypass rules that unfavoured them, a veteran squad of pros marked as amateurs becuase they were soldiers or factory part-time job on a saturday as
The TV camera’s were rolling and waiting NBC was giving me an interview
the schedules of the russian team and the usa team conflicted two groups mashed into each other, we were already hated rivals, and we were shoulder barged and body language was hard and strand-offish.
the ussr team arrives first with the 5 man sqaud and their coach and kgb insider/agent alexndra Koustine, one of the olmpic commiteee.
The man to fear, the goliath bear from russia 7ft 4 inches and his team mate the 6ft fast and nimble shooter Belov both pals and friends play for Moscow and recently won the european championship.
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the olympic stadium covered in a pitch tent glass roof
opening of the games - antiwar protestors actibvists street demonstrations - vietnam
doves of peace released in the air
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athletics
running, marathon,
basketball
swimming
USA running for gold medals - 100 metres
Taylor only left other Americans
against the Russian, soviet union 1st
Frank Shorter USA - marathon
Robert Taylor USA - 100 meters
Jim Ryun - long distance runner and legend of the sport of running and influencing the young in 1960’s - expected to win 1972 track.
bumped by another runner
last in the pack
Tommie Smith
John Carlos
political statement
old experienced coaches
joseph is second shooter in the squad - expected to win gold again this year ike the previous years, they are worked hard, but are overconfident and complacent and he starts to be more distracted by other things, like girls, one in particular instead of focusing on the olympics. Again he’s fighting against one of his team mates in a rival league back home - two enemies have to work as friends.
joseph was pratice scoring hoops against his heis closet ricval on the baskball court and was very succefful they each had to shoot 10 hops from huge distance, the kings of basketsball
chekvov was ussr team captain spying on the americans
I thought what i douche so up his own arse, yet something appealing about his stance and body language that made my stomach summersault. I’m just 5ft 8 inches. Most of the russians are like robots, no smiles just blank robotic expressions. Metropolis Fritz lang, stiff, female form solid with symetrical design and correct anatomy but robotic and unmovable, stiff and static.
so the two lovers are not only fighting rival countries to win but also rivals in their own team. It’s tough being the best of the best.
Alexandr Norstein
Olga Norstein
Mikhail Norstein
Maria Norstein
Alexie Khrushchev
Alexie Chekahover - nice guy -
Peter Svidler
Alexie Shiriv
Alexi Kronstadt
marina and david talk about their childhood memory that was the best
what was your fondest childhood memory? playing basketball with my brothers on my birthday, only time we all got togather - it was all fun after the farm chores behind the barn - we played all day
worst childhood or recent
found out my best mate cheating with childhood sweetheart. ooch.
childhood worst dad burst basketball - saying childish toys - keep working on the farm, honest days work, god wants us as workers, not entertainers. i ignored my father, tolerated his work - i did it but didnt like it.
how about you?
me? childhood - best?
my mother singing and cooking - i was 5
not gymnsatics no before then
worst recent or childhood?
worst love gymnsatics has disappeared, work, work, work, the funs left it, why am i doing this to myself - love gymnsatics, do i? why didnt anyone ask me what i wanted. i loved it and was good at it - obediant did what i did - but did anyone truly look me in the eye to ask what i needed wgat i wanted - the path they laid was out in front of me - follow the path, be a good obediant soviet, we cant be outspoken in our views we have to just nod and accept, our lives are survival depends on it - dont bite the hand that feeds you.
are you free? david - black people seem like slaves over usa - try preach freedom liberty democartic ideals internationally yet domestyically you still enslave the blacks in your society. how can you say one thing and do another its hipocratical - and so no one believes the lies you speak. we see it from your actions and to honest it doesnt look good either ussr and the usa.
training
is maria in or are they in european competition before the olympics she doesnt get chosen for uusr side until the last moment.
Was born in Texas 1957 and moved to California with her mother Jessica and Steven mckenzie. Irish roots so they did have religious background Southern Ireland they moved over from 1910 Boston to New York her father was a land builder and invited real estate and construction and her mother the perfect house wife or so we think she has an affair whilst her husband is away on business.
Things have become tense for the family, hannah was shown all the love of her father and could do what she wanted she took a few classes in Irish dancing but she saw the gymnastics at young age and so she went with a friend her friend soon gave it up but Hannah pushed all her energies into it and became a hermit at her sport her gynmstics her splice her world away from humdrum of life to a feeling of electricity and energy coursing through her body.
marina was doing a grueling training schedule - marina’s coach is abusive and bullying and puts intense pressure on her traing to
She curls into a featul position and sobs into the pillow, pillow talk
maria is fighting for her place on the ussr team, with her recent disappointing bronze medal at the european championships and her closet rival and team mate beating her to gold - just because of one small slip on the ebam or the bars, disastrous start
She is an amazing site her hair tied back like the little ballerinas at the Soviet ballet school Jet black hair, tied up revealing a long beautiful neck. Pure Pale white skin, unblemished hour glass body stunning tight little white body slim and slender and flexible with those hours of practise energy in her step move with elegance and grace
growing descent and gradual hatred - the right way of doing things - russian critics and experts in soviet sport gymnastics questioning her maria’s new experimental moves, routines out of character soviet school of gymanastics - if weve always been doing this way- theyve alsways got gold the old way why bother with the new? Why fix things that have always worked? This is individualism trying to prevail over the state of the soviet state machinery, of everyone working togather not trying distictigush yourself from others, one persons glory over the soviet state.
maria was in the nbeam next and she was in the psition of secongd this was no hgood ahe had to beat him she had to been ann kovia her sister in arms against the capitalist pigs lets see how this waill bpan out no one will
suddenly she jumps on the beam and begins to summersalt and wheels through her moves creating and fliud forward motion maria feels her body move was one with the her brain there is no though only instict to do what shes done thousands of millions times before just do iy
she keep going
her coach watches ro the the seats abondanred ion the stadiun in the dark he ia swearing dark sungallses an ussr ageni s tsitting further back fathing the proceedings he was especially brought in tho observer the gymnastics
he had to file his report evrey day to moscow of all the happenings and goings on with the uusssr team - this was importsnt to moscow since the upset chess world chaeechamipioship fischerv spassky
maria was stuill not in the official sqaud and it was fdepressing and annoyins
My dad that keen party loyalist to the USSR and his cronies - bastard! I adored my dad and his faith but after rebelling in my mind against this rigid organisation but it keeps the family clothed and fed and looks after my ever whim . My dad always gives the same mantra it never dies but it's tiresome and so monotonous and quite frankly boring.
Walking past security I give them the slip. I gasp and collide in one swift movement with a beautiful girl the USA gymnast champion my heart rate spikes and I'm flustered forgetting my earlier tedious chess worries.
Looked after by his grandfather and grandmother with his sister.
Grandfather is stern but kind and takes pride in my chess playing ability played with Lenin gave his grandson his first chess book capablanca chess career and 19th chess, and 1953 chess bronstein
Alexie is a poet at heart but I have a mind of a machine or computer or robot ? Creative flair but knows the positions avoiding complications
His father grieves for loss of his wife but cares deeply now for son and daughter giving them to his parents to look after. He has become wild in his teens and was close in giving up chess but through boxing and good guidance was pushed to carry on his love of the game he founded in his childhood.
Shit I'm late. Representing the Soviet Union in my first ever Olympian on top board and I'm running late. Shit. My second trainer father are all going to be pissed and of course comrade x
Grandfather dies in 1967 and grandmother 1971 my love for the Soviet Union faded with the death of my grandfather and the final neil in the coffin with the death of my grandmother.
I'm a god, number, rank. He is arrogant and acts like a prick. He hates losing and wears his emotions on the outside and acts like a jouvile or spoilt kid - what a prick. He looks into space aloof and mutters looking bored and uncomfortable in fromt on the camera despite the soviets wheeling him out showing how frat they are to the rest of the world.
What is your chess grade asking the reporter ? Oh ok good enough and responds with questions God I hate stupid questions about my private life and not about chess.
stupid questions about basketball
On the stage It's all quiet, no sound could be heard but little mechanical clock ticks from the clocks echoed in the vast dark auditorium. Hunched over the boards the players were silent looking into the vast expanse. High above the players were the demonstration boards with their piece and square patterns showing the chess positions of the day. It was round 6 and i was leading the pack. The Soviet players were a mix of styles I being claimed having the most universal with a touch of aggression. I was being suspected of murder. I'm always trying to fight away from my fathers control it is without doubt sufferfacting.
Behind the scenes a scandal is forming. The head of the us team is a double agent.
A diseased drone clattering above me.
What the fuck? Dad! He's such a control freak. He never lets me have space and keeps suffercating me. He's constantly overbearing and brutish and wants to look after my interests but its suffercating and stifling and angers me to boiling point. I bolt, running out the room down the corridor pressing the button of the lift again and again I have no escape. Nothing happens. I need to escape. This place. Chess boards, variations, nauamces , move orders, Novalies, prep against each opponent, strengths weaknesses one big blob of I don't care that see what happens, see la fee - need air I need some space. This lift is forever I hop to the stairwell and three step and speed duown level by level running through the foya and into the street and gasp some outside air. Shit! Those agents I never know where the fuck their hiding. My dad that keen party loyalist to the USSR and his cronies - bastard! I adored my dad and his faith but after rebelling in my mind against this rigid organisation but it keeps the family clothed and fed and looks after my ever whim . My dad always gives the same mantra it never dies but it's tiresome and so monotonous and quite frankly boring.
Walking past security I give them the slip. I gasp and collide in one swift movement with a beautiful girl the USA gymnast champion my heart rate spikes and I'm flustered forgetting my earlier tedious chess worries.
After all I'm the USSR chess super star the master of position and attacking and defensive and one lucky bastard! A great player makes his own luck as Capablanca said, last year was my year my Rubinstein year winning all the major tournaments in 1972 to 1973 and now I am favourite to challenge Fischer for the world chess championship going into the candidates with full confidence - my first chess book, capablanca chess career, 8 year old boy boyhood bible that I slept with under my pillow as I dreamt of positions, competing and winning over everyone with my chess power.
It's like order and chaos dioyniosis and apollo logic and emotion constantly in flux I try to marshal my emotions in a strict regiment but unduccrssfully it can never be tamed it's unruly rude and thirsts for new experiences it mocks sensible order v chaos emotion vs logic, lust vs restraint rational and irrational the constant battle of emotions of what's right and wrong what's good what's bad I'm always in the habit of over thinking everything and it gets tiring so tiring. I always admire people who have a more care free way to life without thought and care - well that happens after the incident but somehow why can't I be more unplanned, intuitive spontaneous. I take a resigned breathe then look back at the chess board after move 18 in a deep opening line of the meran semi Slav with good compensation for black.
My father is a chief engineer of a soviet submarine but talks little about it top secret information. My mother is a music teacher but before me and my sister were born she played in the syentheny orchestra as a pianist a couple of times. She never regretted having us but she missed the music to raise the children whilst father was away doing important work. She kept us entertained on the small piano in the small box apartment but life got better for us after my rising stardom and ascendancy in the soviet elite chess circles.
The father was a boxer in the navy and I a chess player chess and boxing never mix.
My history 0 - 19 yrs born a true Russian in Leningrad, Moscow ?? Georgia, stepped Serbia, Baku, Stalingrad, 1954
A two horse race with me the odds favourite.
It's between me and Anatoly. He is good, Fischer is the greatest player ever and after Spassky losing the world championship I have taken to taking apart his game piece by piece analysing all his past games lost, drawn and wins. The loses I have focused more on because I need a map to beat my opponent. I admire Fischer game simple , direct and winning.
marina was sporting the
A thought came to me - why not defect to the west? A spark an inkling crossed my mind - wow that would be BAD - my grandfather my father sister country friends will disown me hate me spit on me as a defector how awful how cruel how so unimaginable the weight of responsibility to give up everything I have worked for from 5 years old to having nothing for love for sacrifice every thing for her to give everything to her I have nothing - defect give up my homeland, the country that raised me.
im surrounded by my enemies, rivals in the same camp and outside competition. its all on my shoulders to perform - its a solo effort - support of a team
ukranian team
marina krushnov was born siberia - trans siberia railway
kiev where her gtrandfather and grandmother resident.
grandfather was communist ukranian with wife and son was submarine commander
marina was influenced from ukrain nationals
remisis was ukrainin team mates
or remasis was her russian team mate soviet squad moscow the 1st champion who was given more privalages then marina
Ludmilla Tourischeva - hairdo
brunette, brown chestnut hair
hair stright back tied in ballerina bun, edgar degas.
grey snowfrost eyes, Serbian stare, ice cold stare
difficulty devlopment of body, breasts were getting bigger, ovulating - carly patterson breasts
young athletic girls were fighting their body becoming shapy curves and child bearing hips. for gymnastics fighting their bodies
elegant thin athletic, posture is stright long
supple and flexible, movements are elegant and beautiful mathematical symetry
curves, fluid limbs followed her bodies momentum, flawless and supple skin
I'm here Her and now
I'm inside her here and now and I feel a great release the weight and tension of those last months of weighty preparation are lost in this pure sexual release of tension and an emotion ecstatic feeling. God this girl is tight, wet and warm. My cock feels nice and warm Christ I love this women and I've only just met her. What? How? Maybe that's just my feel good part of my brain but this is turbulent waters how can we carry this on further with our differences both coming from bodies that hate each other but respect each other's power. Lost in the moment of doing, thumic fucking - so tell me more about yourself. At first were a little clumsily finding a positional equilbrum but soon we meet midway and begin to find and fuck have fun and lost in the warm hot moment. My cock is erect and hard and I arch my lower back and thrust my hips forward - blow job time.
...that morning, fuck, fuck, fuck! I'm late this has never happened. She's turned my world on it head. The first time was nothing like this I remember, I cringe at the thought - I had to much vodka that night and got lost in the moment and after that one night i regretted it ever since her father a high official in soviet circles and links to the kgb found out - god that was such a fuck up he's had tabs on me ever since I slept with his daughter.
But this tonight was so much more and this morning she's giggling with laughter me rushing around the bed of the hotel trying to gather my scattered clothes. Stop giggling but i smirk in a strange way i like but no time to dwell I'm fucking late for the most important Olympiad of my life. Game of my career. My father and the officials are going to be pissed - really pissed.
The sex last night was fantastic hot sweaty flesh slapping with a rytmic beat banging into that beautiful warm figure my hard erection parting and feeling her warmth inside. I was lost I lost all senses leaving gentle kisses over her butt I exploded into her with my willy with a mind of its own, now out of my control pumping hot goo inside her warm insides. The tension of my body releases and drains away I pant heavily enjoying the drained woman beneath me fuck that felt good as I collapsed next to her in my warm sweat. Her breathing ragged also begins to steady and settle.
A rapid fuck fest ahhh ..... that sweet, scent her body, perfume and sweat makes a lethal atheidisac potion putting a spell on me. She is one beautiful girl. What is she doing to me? Graceful flexible Venus with flowing black hair that draps her shoulders framing her symmetrical complexition she has an enigma a drawing power like a moth to the flame she is going to kill me but I helpless under that spell she smells so good I could lick her and eat her in one gulp but I want to savour her taste her chewing slowly and enjoy her. Those happy mysterious eyes hide a brilliant mind full of very beauty and charm that drowns my very soul. What flowery clap trap drawling poetry am
I talking!!! I just want her and I want her now my trousers twitch with agreement. I sigh and plan my way into her heart, body and into her panties. This urge and attraction is completely alien to me and feels uncomfortable but exhilarating feeling of guidiness.
I sit at the board and I gaze into space thinking about her that night her hot body next to mine, her rapid breath, skin flesh and voltage running through our bodies, I lost myself in her and came to early the first time, but the second was prolonged and marvoulos. I break my stare Shit 34 mins gone by without me thinking of chess - this is not me thinking about focused and narrow minded and wound up like a coil spring that needed release. I needed that spring release .
1973 Switzerland Well proportioned. Alexi Kronsteev Grew my blonde rebel hair to a Shoulder length and blue sapphire eyes not your typical Russian looking youth but but most stare at me a little longer then most boys and good looking and well dressed and presented not your usual looking ugly chess players that look fluke tramps. Why am I like this and not your usual ugly troll. I gather I'm just make sure I look good - my grandma said I inherited my good looks from my father I try and have other persuits beside chess to run off that physical energy - healthy mind healthy body
We never had tv in Soviet Union but going abroad I was intrigued. Taking to us champ questioned her lots topics in the USA - she was from California, Disney land wow - I heard of it like a planet far, far away
She's rich and I'm not rich but poor, I studied English, boxing, chess Russian literature , maths and travel I was a quick learner and adapt lost in books - I blame my sister for that she was a romantic specialised in Russian and English lit I love my sister very much since my mother left she become my second mother, looking after me whilst father was away Maria was always confident and independent and always supported my chess persuits. My sister was 5 years older then me she learnt chess in a carefree unserious way, but I beat her easily. My father more difficult but after a couple I beat him also - ackno - I love my grandfather and grandmother very much and he helped me with my chess when my mumma and pappa were away. He recounts Lenin telling me of the great revolution red October to liberate us from the tsar Stalin saving us and beating the fascist nazis in a life and death struggle spreading the Soviet ideal to other countries Eastern Europe and abroad the death of a great man last year grandfather had chess friends whom he met regularly at the park and clubolder Russians turned with this curious little lamb to the slaughter coming into the Leningrad chess club He will surely have an uphill struggle against the chess veterans The room was yellow florentine warmth glow of old Russian tradition - what was the old Russian chess club like ???? The old guard at the chess clubs smoke and think long games some romantic others more technical I climb up to the board and just see my towering ppponent opposite me grey beard and eyes with cap yellow grey eyesglaring at me with focus yet curios eyes - who is this person ? I my first serious game don't really focus on him just my king and his white little men. He points at the clock to use it I shrug and agree unsure he presses the clock and shakes my fleshy little hand in his rough grip
so this was it she had to do it and she did and ist was easy until she hit a wall and crashed on the beams with a distrous fall and stumble and collasped on the blue matt
she sat up and began to cry she could face it again - anna before her done a perfect beam performance
at the last moment her team mate olga was sick with a stomach upset ofr sprtnaged abke and maria was the only viable substition she was given a hard talking to to do her best for the state and noty to question anything - her individualism and happy dememenur was not the ruusan way - we want robots not happy smiling people.
she summersaulted and done cartwheels on the beam and done another summersault and did another and another with both speed and agility she could nt bee
she came back from a distarous first go and grabbed gold and outdone her rival team mate
power in motion
government policy new soviet man and women physically and mentally developing society - healthy mind and healthy body
physical and social health
sport promote communism ideology internationally
one way mirror (?)
in sports the people who the fastest reactions was chess players.
Mental reactions closely related physical reactions.
training level high competition
top training methods, doctors reaction
soviets dominated the medal tables in the olympics sports in the past - Munich 1972 was going to be no exception.
chairman of the sports committee - political appointment - communist party member - long service
Nelli Kim - gold medalist won one simple reason they had the best coaches
from birth children went through selection spotted for particular sports
selection
scientific testing to find future potential gymnasts
Yelena Mukhina
squeeze what they want from you and chuck you away when they don’t need you anymore.
Mikhail Klimenko
Larisa Latynina - under her coaching former gold olympic winner - coach soviet national gymnastics team
Fuchs was born in a wealthy family, and besides gymnastics trained in the javelin throw and triple jump. Her sister Inge was also an international gymnast.[3] At the 1960 Olympics Fuchs became friend with the Soviet boxer Boris Nikonorov. She visited Nikonorov's family in 1963, when the U.S. gymnastics team had a competition in Moscow, and had a long correspondence by mail, exchanging gifts and love letters, which was intercepted and suppressed by the KGB. Soviet authorities threatened Nikonorov with repercussions if he didn't stop communicating with Fuchs, and after a long struggle, he was forced to oblige.
cathy rigby
beam 4 inches wide 16 ft long
hand stand, balance, complete focus and control
pluck from the school grounds of kindergarden
kathy johnson - 5ft tall blonde
olga philrenski, team mate
national gymnast centre 50 miles moscow
turned out some most successful athletes olympic history
national team trains more then 8 hours day
Vera - Czech - protest podium - our work 5 years stopped travelling - aim was forgotten
her coach is a hard-nosed Russian - one of the best trainers in the Soviet Russia.
title Master of Sports of the USSR at age above 27. His teacher in Voronezh was another famous Soviet coach Yury Shtukman. In the 1960s Rastorotsky moved to Grozny and began to coach Ludmilla Tourischeva. According to Rastorotsky, Tourischeva initially had strong muscles but a weak gymnastics school, as compared to other his students; but he didn't meet more industrious and purposeful students neither before nor after her.
Vladislav Rastorotsky
korbez - injuries - metal rod in arm, lays on pillow,
raped before 1972 - 14 yrs raped sexually abuse 14 - 17
my life is one regime of work, work, work, no breaks, no holidays, no birthdays
work was demanding and tiring
train 7 years non stop for 4 days.
Ludmilla Tourischeva
Karen Jenz
American gymnast?
my coach raped me before the Olympics.
potions to restrain puberty
5 foot - weight on 6 stone.
gym - Grozy Boleros
young 17
give up everything gymnastics
kanish
backward summersault on the beam
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slowly, step by step be very patient
faultless absolutely faultless
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started training age of 6
6 hours a day - professionalism
the best facilities
the best coaches
system supported top athletes in return expected the best and with it gold medals.
member of the national team
fulfill the criteria soviet sports committee
differing views - do it for the state and your own happiness
or do it for yourself and your coach, good for representing nation and glory but worst do it for yourself. Child does it for herself first every else secondary.
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triumph at any price
pushed to the limit to win
despite the tiredness - being called lazy coach
she broke her neck on the floor
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sexual abuse
Thru hanging beads, sight couch to bed
You hoped I would enjoy
My emotions learning to play dead
Knew not how you’d destroy
Viewing things not seen before
Nor understanding why
The man who built me since age 4
Brings me to his home to die
performance enhancing drugs
everybody does it - if you don’t they do and they can win.
extensive drug cheating behind the scenes that public never saw.
pass the tests
best of the best
anarbolic drugs
IOC medical commission
use without getting caught - buy drugs and buy advice
10,000 - 20,000
Stimulants were taken by the first Olympic athletes to be disqualified in 1972. Although undetectable until 1975, from the 1950s androgenic anabolic steroids were administered
From 1968, athletes were required to provide urine samples (termed ‘doping controls’) at Olympic Games and those with prohibited drugs in their urine were disqualified. Generally, an additional sanction was imposed by their sport. As analytical science improved and with the known misuse of drugs and doping methods by athletes to improve performance, additional classes of drug were added to The List, sometimes before a validated test to confirm their presence had been identified.
more seemed hidden behind the curtain, more people could get away with theur actions within institutions taking no legal action, unlike today vulnerable - longevity of abuse 60’s, 70’s and 80’s compare to the 24hour news and where there seems no tolerance for such an abuse of power of individuals over vulnerable individuals, the mediahave become stronger and more probing with everyone one being given a voice in the echoe chamber of the virtual world of social media, kids hooked up to their mobile phoine, limited interaction with their peers being unable to show simple curteous introductiona nd manners to thier elders, the old chilry values seem to be dying out and lost in the virtual world of tweets, messanger and pic on instaram. Its become a brave new world of technocracy, a future that could be more distopian then we realise, before we know it the society we once bvalued and knew of verbal communication will be lost in the virtual world.
The virtual world became the real one? Live bodies are hooked up to computer algeritms that cater to our every whim. What would happen if we got disconnected, someone pulled the plug, what happened to the old generations of talking, sharing a meal, playing a board game or going out for a walk and enjoying the sunshine.
kgb - used hard to detect poisons?
cia - used lsd
KGB
2 USA men were scratched from the board.
A fake running onto the field - marathon - done by the USSR
is it all conspiracy theories or are the soviets using active measures to psycho out the American athletes.
CIA
It's a grim day a murder has happened apparently suicide from the 10th floor, the person is still not identified
The us olympic coach is a spy
Stubbed in the back of the heel with an umbrella with rasin.
At the airport
I am shot sudden pain surges through my body I collapse on the floor.
She tears and cries in my line of sight I'm happy and give her a smile and drowse off.
10 cia officials - aerodynmic
recruit olymoic champoishion over usa
lessons learnt after the unsuccessful recruitemnt of Ukrainian pole vaulter
Liberty radio
CIA chief broadcasting reports to his boss - Meyer 1972 watching olmypic games - liberty radio
liberty radio is funded by the CIA from 1945 - 1972 - debate of ideas ideological war of minds and souls and propnagda of western thoughts influencing the minds and souls of eastern europe and the soviet state.
the presence of secret police in the olympics was huge there was CIA, and KGB operatives ensuring and reporting on the games, spies were everywhere.
1960's, 1970's
Black power salute - black lives matter
Munich Massacre - Black September
submarines
Crimson Tide
Das Boot
Kursk
submarine launches a nuclear weapon due olympic games
November-class submarine
Romance, spy and drama - i-pad, kindle, travel, train, bus, plane - traditional publisher/paper backs
audience - ya?
Computers/programming - 60's, 70's, 80's
Acorn, Macintosh, IBM, School computers? pixel art - Spectrum ZX Sinclair graphics
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Basketball player - alone - thinks about gymnast restless.
Why her ? Plagues his thoughts he doesn't know.
Why does she do this to him.
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she is going to sleep and thinks about the ball player
he was good looking and spent time together talking about other things beside the sports they loved
personal lives
passionate kiss
that was dig wild.
wild fire dish slam dunk.
==== together sleeping
Silent - small slivers notes in quite contemplation of love a time and place in Munich 1972.
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(Cersis - sound track the clock ticks down for the death of everyone in the citadel.)
The clock ticks doesn't for the death of the president in the box with the officials and a large chunk of entourage?
The bomb is about explode in a stadium - know one knows where the when it will happen but the clock is ticking the countdown begins and run down.
The olympic village the terrorists are helped by the American water polo team
there is no escape - doom is impending pipes and calling of demons looking down
the pipes the organs the children's harmony voices with gothic music long organ pipes of impending doom and no escape from the impending doom there is no escape time a place, a instant air the music rolls on as the candle begins to flicker and disappear and soon is about to distinguish and go out.
BANG! The bomb explodes the terrorist laugh and congratulate each other for accomplishing their mission the death of the president - cause da great historic victory the death of along term enemy the world has witnessed on television the destruction of their western ideology - none is safe from anarchy the viciousness of death and destruction of the many its only a matter of time, when death and evil come together to create some great mischief the world has nerve seen the devil.
Putting on my stern actors face with the air of invincibility I marched briskly to the playing hall and went straight to board 1. I was so hurt, so angry that I was going to put this girl behind me and focus on killing my opponent opposite me.
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30 june 2020
Take me back to the stars, it’s a question of sadness. I want to be with you. Your permission on the bumpy road to love
when we danced till three, changed my life can’t take that away from me, the yacht sailed straight into the strong winds its beginning to carry the moments when things go wrong and beyond. Matt is sailing on his yacht in the blue waves in the channel cruel existence. Baby baby feel crazy everyday give me some thing what is happening to me. I don’t want feel forever I just keep calling your name.
Keep, keep, calling your name.
Keep, keep, calling your name.
Eyes wide open, love of my life.
I've always loved you David, I just don’t like you anymore.
Maria runs crying. David is distraught and shocked, teared up avoiding his feelings his wants. Here he defends himself for the strong feelings he has for her which scares me. She was his true friend, his love.
I hate the pain, the pain is killing me, I can’t help it.
Keep calling my name, in the rain he closes his eyes, Matt collapses on his knee's and sobs in the down pour.
Sitting within four walls like a prison cell. All I want stuck in a cell
I don’t want to live forever, I just want to stroke your cheek and smell that embarrassed blush.
I keep keep calling you name.
Eyes wide open.
theres's a cruel existence
bulletproof i’m exposed
everyday, everynight, everyweek, everymonth, i’m sick of seeing your face
sailing the waves, venus glides through the sea me at the helm wind sweeping my hair, the fresh english salt air - white cliffs of dover on the hoizen is a pink glowing sun it peaceful and relaxing i dint live forever - i don foerver feel just keep calling your name
Pathetic how i feel and i keep switvh off my feelings its poififul and scary and uncallled for its cdsjbjdlj
calling your name
so its not going anywahere
this whole feeling is become sordid and
sailing into the eye of the storm
not afraid anymore enter the aybss into the eue of the strom
desire to witness the sea, neptune wrath, cracking of thunder the hail of rains and winds of the tempest
the waves crash and smash the boat the deep blue the darkness swallows me deep into its mouth and im going to disappear and vanish
the body floats in the waters
and drifts onto shallows waters and the sandy beech
playing with my demons
i desire your
i smash my lips and taste her lips and mouth
and consumed with lust and body is on firtre as i rip my tie free and lash out with fervour kisses on her cherek neck and brests devour and bite her nipple
alhhh sound and tare my shirt and carry her over my should er and drop her on the bed and im going take her
just you and me
tkake you on my bed and have you all of you and i can’t wait and it really is feeling to go have the yrkikill it all the stamp of authorityy and ruuning deep into the forstets of doom and danger as i run up the path to desie and love i see it is foggy and cluded and bilwereing with no love in sight i can;t see her i m so alone aoalone alone alone
drop my kenees and cry and cry annd cry
the forest grows twiggy hands tyhat close in and creep over me and suroound and i cant escape there is no opening trapped
the trees are thicjk dark and mysterious. melicious want to cloud ,my vision they bar my escape i cant get out im trapped help help help me help me
i cower and shiver with hurt and painthe cold has taken hold of my body and and made me freexe on the spot
kinky boots - your so sexy
chains matt and cassy
little sex kitten
on a chair blindfold in a pink room orange haze
or is it red red cushion plush - red haze
feels and smells of sex
its erotic as hell im instantly hard handcuffed naked beside leather pants
im being dominated and she is in totla control
it fucking heady sense depricvation no feeloing of time of awareness of anything but me being her pet - she can do what she wants with me.
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He whispers softly in her ear "we're going to play a game"
We meet in the locker room fuck number 3
We meet in a small apartment
Her body and arse are so tight and perfect I could just sink my teeth into her peach cheek.
A empty Serin aerosol can
Are eyes met as we passed i was giving an interview abc
i saw gthe russian contigent of gymnasts one girl looked long beaatiful body like an elegant white swan, she was only 17 years old
cute and long and elegant like a white swans neck, flexible and girls body changing into a womans stages of change - sexual delight see a girl become a women. A long soft neck with pale flesh ripe for kissing and magine little tongue licks to taste her on the tip of my tongue.
Her body was slim and beautiful and her breasts perked and small athletic build. Excellent upright posture and bendy and flexible my mind flickers through all the possible variations I could fuck her in....focus Alexi, focus. Your getting distracted back to the Spanish game.
Parting the net curtain Looking out of the hotel window into the sky Another overcast drizzly day. The weather is not cold just a dull and grey.
waldi bavarian dauchshund sausage dog dog cuddly dog local souvir shops - joe decodes to get a few for his brothers and sister especially her children.
me and maria ran past some sexshops we were both curious and she ran into one to escape the kgb agent, there were all sorts of dildos and the russian girl was curious I couldnt blame her, I was also intrigued she held a purple huge plastic dildo thick and phallic in shape and curvature with a penis head, she looked at it mesmerised I looked at it and at her, I went in close and whispered in her ear the real thing is much better grazed her soft ear shell lobe with my lips and softly whispered in her ear. In russia they don’t have these sex shops readily avialable like the west germans and pornograhic magazines and fully nude erotic women alluring suggestivly touching themselves and posing with eyes of lust gazing full on at you saying hey I’m here for you, and i’m here doing this for you, come over here. She flicked through the magaizine
the german women, spoke in german, i couldnt understand, I was amerian and russian doll next to me was maria spoke russian and broken english, but enough for me to understand
I'm not afraid anymore
sex is devine big hands touching my arms and taking me in and enjoying me no no no no no no, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. Soft lips kissing her neck.
Today she's doing an emotional dance and after last night she holds real emotion that spellbounds me in place. It's excilletating I'm transfixed, I hunger for her body again She flips the blue floor with ease like an elegant walk and twists and twirls with a fluid movement and with a breathe and pent up energy with a hop skip and jump she summersalts from corner to corner the music is charcovsky number 34 minor.
A thunderous applause with raining flowers and little dazzling white flashes twinkle in the stadium
She turns a pecks a guy on the cheek, a sudden pain shots into my stomach and I feel a sudden jolt rushed my body she has betrayed me, me I'm the best a god among millions and her affections are for another, how dare she! anger overpowers me is she playing me ? I thought we had something - that toxic bitch - playing with my fucking heart, bitch! I walk away dejected, pissed, abhorred and disgusted with her choice. You kissed another guy - you bitch! What at the event that's my brothers mate, he's a friend not boyfriend he wanted more but, but he was wrong for me it was a one off and after that we had a understanding even so he's always busy womanisitng with other women, are you jealous?Me, ah, well I suppose my shit I hate to admit my guilty thoughts but yes, and I'm pissed off that she knows this making me feel vulnerable. I am strong and seem as strong but now I'm seen as weak and she's found my Achilles heel - I hate feeling exposed.
Pain pleasure and death All. Mixed into one. Pure ecstasy .
I'm in awe at Spassky playing the great chess master, bobby Fischer, the one man band that took on the the soviet syntheny orchestra, soviet chess machine - he recounted his stories of him but I never understood why he tolerated his attitude in the match and could have retained it with ease. Spassky is a great chess player gentleman friend and socialite but lacks that killer instinct and drive to completely beat his opponent.
Report back to the Russian central committee, I wish Spassky would stop poking fun at Lenin and ussr stuff it makes feel uneasy and uncomfortable. I know my father is a loyal part member and with a personal hero Spassky around my feather the party zealot I find the tension in the air rather strained.
A feeling Pure horror and a tinge of gratification surges through my body
Botiviink my father and my traininer met with general kriuschev for 2 hours ... just make sure he keeps his head down and does what he's good at and there will be no consequences just... in a stern cold voice let's just focus and what needs to be done . Right leave me.
Behind closed doors smoke and mirrors one step forward and two steps back and cautious step to the side - All one big silent guessing game!
I didn't know I was lonely until I met her - I feel alive she lit a spark that has exploded inside me everything I believed in, focused strictured and contained has been blown apart and I never believed in love at first site I thought it was just a fools wishful dream of romance you read in books ; heart of a poet I think not , but I admit I love writing it when I was younger, and also I consumed Russian literature, and my sister studied it at university against my fathers wishes but she wanted to teach and he was ok with that, maybe at heart I am a romantic but have been guided by rigid rules of pure study work and routine to erode that romantic notion for one thorough preparation and realist practically - working for love with someone over time.
Botvinnik is a sticker for me to undertake physical and mental exercises daily with a diet plan, he definitely has more of a liking for me then Karpov.
Me and Hannah are complete opposites but like magnets that connect north to south my god this girl fucks my world on its head. And I fucking love it. Botvinniks regimented schedular and gruelling home work and prep are monitors and boring and that girl has lit a deep spark inside me that has been kept hidden. I scrapped out all emotions and developed a working and focused regime for the chess title of the world.
Soviet master helped with my chess age 6 that's all I knew. My dad also played a key part in rise to
Mummy left us after this I was quiet and only returned to chess as a way to stem my emotions away from hurt. I never found my mother and
I desperately go shopping with my chess winnings as I want to avoid paying any monies to the soviet state when I return.
Flohr bought some new shoes and a stylish suit comrade the old dog kroshov would not approve
What a twat! I find it funny people say I talk and hardly swear but every dentence in my thoughts comes out with filth and dirty words. They are so ... stupid but that's not the right word ignorant of the real truth of my emotions and feelings
Hey Hannah are you coming to the Bermuda party ? What's that ?
It's errr don't know lots of chess guys - sounds nerdy and dull. At the bar I'm approached by all these idiot masters from different countries - Fuck off!! Weirdo they all look slightly strange not like normal looking people with their misshaped suits. I'm leaving let's find more action. This lean good looking youth blonde hair and blue eyes well proportioned toned height and weight ready to pounce he has a aura around him of invincibility air of assurance and confidence and readiness and is about to pounce and prey on his meal the other contestants are also in slight awe of his presence. Who's that? I don't know I ask the barman that the top Russian Gm candidate challenger to Bobby Fischer - some hot shot Russian chess superstar the next challenger they say to bobby Fischer you must heard of it the news west v east chess match of the century well, have you been living under a rock. Chess politics is not really my thing I'm only 18 yrs I'm here to just focus on gymnastics and the olympics everything else is a distraction from my childhood dreams. But that guy has something I like about him not just physic but a shy charm in his eyes. A ping and electrical jolt in my body and head. This hasn't happened before I have male friends, team mates but my body has never reacted like this. Body tingled with excitement
We were close real close, and then she left me I felt emotional dejected and unwanted and a pain surged through my body. How could she do this to me, I wanted her so much, I felt contentment and she left me not looking back. I felt such a fool upset I laughed at myself aloud like a raving lunatic laughing at my own humiliation with tears streaming down my cheeks fighting away my twisted knot in my stomach.
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