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The Big Breach; From Top Secret to Maximum SecurityCompliments of http://www.192.comother aspects of British and American operations against Germany, butfinally they realised that I would not cooperate with them and told methat our meeting in September would be the last. I was relieved whenthey assured me that I could stay in Germany and that they would notbother me again.Driving back to Konstanz from a day out in Austria one Sunday in lateSeptember, I accidentally strayed into a Swiss border post nearBregenz. Before I realised my mistake, the guard tapped on my windowdemanding my documents. I lowered the window, `Nein, nichts,' I repliedhonestly, and tried to reverse away from the control post.But that just made the guard suspicious and he blocked me off.`Ausweis,' he snapped, holding out his hands for my passport. Realisingthat there was no way out I handed over my papers and he took them intohis kiosk to check them. Two guards came out five minutes later, hauledme out of the car and threw me into a holding cell. The police arrivedtwo hours later, strip-searched me, handcuffed me and took me to thepolice station. A day in a Swiss police cell was not much hardship - itwas really very comfortable with clean bedding, a spotless toilet andsink and even a welcoming bar of soap and a towel, neatly folded on thebed, just like in a Hilton - but nevertheless the inconvenience wasannoying and did not endear either the Swiss or MI6 to me.By October my German was fairly fluent and I found a job as a privatemathematics coach for a wealthy German family in a town in southernBavaria. I moved to Oberstdorf, a small village nearby, nestled in thefoothills of the German Alps. I only had to teach for a couple of hoursper evening, so as soon as the snow started to fall I bought a newsnowboard and got a day-job teaching snowboarding on the nearbyFellhorn range. Things were starting to look up for me - I was earningenough to make ends meet, was making a few friends in Oberstdorf andMI6 appeared to be leaving me alone. But I was wrong on that lastcount.Since arriving in Germany, I had avoided talking to journalists andthere had been scarcely an article about me in the British press.Warren Templeton meanwhile was energetically seeking to open dialoguewith MI6 to put an end to the dispute. But despite my ceasefire andgenuine attempts at conciliation, MI6 were determined to cause me asmuch inconvenience, cost and hassle as they could.In February 2000, Patrick, a friend from Geneva, invited me to hischalet in Chamonix, at the foot of Mont Blanc, for a fortnight ofskiing and snowboarding. Strictly, I was not allowed in France but Igambled that the DST would not realise I was on their patch. I'd notbeen there long when my landlord in Oberstdorf rang me. `What have youdone?' he asked me accusingly, `the police are here.' He explained thatat 6 a.m. he had been awoken by a sharp knock on the door. On openingit, he had been bowled over by four uniformed police and two civilians.The latter turned out to be my friends Herr Kugel and Fr„uleinGajabski. They were searching the flat as we spoke with a warrant toconfiscate my computer.Presumably the BfV bowed to MI6's pressure and sided with them oncethey realised that I would not help them. Whether Kugel intended toarrest me or not, there was now no way that I could go back to Germany.page- 227 - To purchase the original limited edition hardback version of this bookplease call 08000 192 192 or go to http://www.192.com