About the book: 1965 / Somewhere around Broadway I felt being followed. Suspicion arose as I crossed Forty-ninth Street; Having reached Forty-six, I no longer doubted it. No, I didn’t notice anyone, it was just a certain feeling, most likely at the subconscious level, but I knew that this was how it really was. Many years of experience, when I was constantly the object of surveillance and did it myself more than once, unmistakably allowed me to recognize an unpleasant sensation, as if a cold wind was blowing in my back, and goosebumps began to run across my skin.