Giancoli Monologue

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“From Stettin in the Baltic to Trieste in the Adriatic, an iron curtain has descended across the continent.” This was what I heard 20 years ago in the radio when I was a boy.
It was 17:58 on Friday, I was going to lock the door of my lab and enjoy my weekend as usual, then the phone rang. I picked up the phone, “This is Dr.Giancoli. May I help you?”
“I know exactly who you are. You are Carmelo Giancoli, born in America, 1934, your father’s name is Gordon Giancoli, your mother’s name is Sara Giancoli. You graduated in university of East Berlin Technology in 1957, ...” The man in the phone said in a deep voice.
“Who are you? How do you know my past?” I started to sweat.
“It doesn’t matter, just trust me and keep your predictable schedule.”
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“Who is this guy? Do I know him? Is he a friend of mine and play a joke on me? What will happen if I don’t keep my predictable schedule? ...” I asked…show more content…
“We had a conversation just,” the stranger looked at his watch, “36 minutes ago, remember?”
“Answer my question, now.” I shouted with anger.
“Calm down, I am from the CIA, agent Clark. We know that you invented a method that can make a modified nuclear weapon which you didn’t publish, and the Pentagon wants to get your work and keep it in the right hand. Therefore, they sent me to escort you to leave east Berlin and go back to America from west Berlin.”
“Why should I trust you? What if I choose to stay?”
“Look at where you live, if you do not go with me, the Russian will find you sooner or later. Do you really want to work for our enemy? Go with me, then you can be back to your homeland.”
I asked him to have more time to think about it, but he told me that we didn’t have enough time because the helpers would pick us up at 20:00.
“OK, let’s go home.” I made my mind, put on my jacket, took my research disc, rushed out with agent Clark.
I drove the car instead of him because the Russian agents were everywhere. I was afraid we would be caught. I drove, I breathed, I sweated. I looked at the mirrors all the time, I assumed everyone on the street was a KGB
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